Every day without you
is like a song unwritten,
naked pages blowing
through the trees.
Lyrics unspoken,
black lines left bare,
no notes wafting
on the breeze.
The dance we will never share
will be contained to the shadows,
under the stars,
pulsing to no beat at all.
Empty sound
mimicking the hollow of me,
resonates deep,
where my fears crawl.
I'd write you a song,
but I don't know the words.
The melody in my soul
is devoid of form.
The rhythm undone
by the thumping of my heart,
I've been shaken to my core,
no longer warm.
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