With vacant eyes he
Peers beyond the sullen
Moon, and turns from
The encroaching dawn;
A precious memory
Fades from view, and
With it a woman still
Loved, now gone.
Sadly, he recalls the
Beauty of a love held
Sacred, a love he can't
Deny or replace;
Detached from the
Living, his life now
Barren, his heart since
Laid to waste.
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