I look for you in dreams
but even there it seems
you have abandoned me
so day and night agree
to give up hope of care
like trees in winter bare
may be the saddest thing
that life by day can bring
I pray as dark descends
that visions make amends
yet find just cold despair
for naught awaits me there
in evenings passed alone
a nuanced pain is known
that never yields by night
love's image or its light
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