An empty look, a vacant stare,
You're beside me but I'm not there.
An unheard plea, an unspoken vow,
You're talking but I'm not listening now.
A mournful sigh, an unfeeling smile,
Your warmth has failed to touch me for a while.
A cold kiss, a brusque embrace,
But I'm not moved by the new lines on your face.
So, let us not fight for all that isn't around,
Because we missed the moment they were buried six feet under the ground.
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