I miss you now you've left
for all I have are just memories and a photograph
of a joyous moment long time captured.
History never to repeat itself.
I miss your bright blue eyes
for they always lifted my soul.
Now the light I see is called 'darkness'.
I do not need more.
I miss our moments of passion
for we exulted in this celebrated gift.
But now, what once was there is gone.
My hands seemingly tied in locked emotion.
I miss your beauty and your warm smile,
for it set the bond that drew us together.
Yet, here I stand in the coldness of the breeze,
wrapped tight in my wistful coat of broken yesterdays.
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