I've become stricken
With the notion
That I may never get well.
I may never feel the richness
afforded by your smile.
My heart is missing in action.
I'm bankrupt by your love.
My shoes are worn from following your shadow.
And I would sell everything I own
to get an inch of closure.
But my guitar is all I have
and I'm too busy writing songs for you.
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