I think ahead to the empty week before me.
Not being with you,
or being able to see you.
Just the sheer thought of it makes
my beating heart ache.
Ache in desire for you.
An Orchestra, without it's Conductor.
A Lovebird, without it's Song.
An Empty Shell.
I look at the space next to me,
where I sleep.
The empty place.
Where you should be,
gazing back at me.
As my aching heart yearns for you,
I can only close my eyes and dream
of you.
Till we meet again
my love.
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