Mystical thoughts lying here in my mind, grasping feelings
so gently yet sorrowfully as I lie in wait for your body
to lie here next to mine.
Nothing, empty space enclosing my being, loneliness fill-
ing so totally, harassing my mind and squeezing my heart
over and over.
Honey, I can no longer feel your heart beating against
mine, reaching for you, coming back empty-handed time and
again to a life with no purpose.
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