The ache of my heart
Is a brick hurled through
A pane of glass
The lump in my throat
Is the sound of your name
Unspoken
The tears in my eyes
Are the loneliness and despair
At your absence
The visions I see
Are the thoughts of you
Penetrating my every moment
The vastness of my bed
Is a constant reminder
That you have gone
I miss you
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