That familiar pain
In my chest today,
The same ache again
That seems here to stay.


A dull stabbing pang
Gnawing deep inside,
Where once songbirds sang,
And ambition vied.


So much now has changed,
Being without you;
Heart cells rearranged
To let longing through


Truest words spoken,
I now realize,
Hearts can be broken,
For here my grief lies.


At times, when asleep,
Brief respite I find,
As, dreaming, I keep
My great loss from mind.


But then my lids part,
And I grow aware,
When yearning restarts,
That you are not there.


I long for that night
Iíll sleep on and on,
And follow the light
To where you have gone.



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