The air that touches my skin,
does not caress my heart,
there is no great substance in
my world that is a part,

of me and all I dream of
now and ever more,
tender silent longing,
into nights that I abhor.

Now loneliness has
found it's way
to creep into
my every day.

It's worked it's way
under my skin,
What a sad reminder,
of how it could have been.

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