Always
When sun rises each morning I think of what the day will bring
Inside these walls that contain my life there is an emptiness
For all the joy has left and here I stand waiting
For the day to bring me purpose for the wind to bring me joy
The second hand on the clock counts off yet another hour
Spent within this existence that is bereft without you
For nothing seems to awaken my curiosity
For no one could animate me like you
The blue skies cloud over and I stand in the mist and rain
Letting the drops wash over my face to hide my ever present tears
For you left and took all my laughter
For you left and in the bags that you packed your things
You took not just pieces but my whole heart.
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