those lonesome nights
when the absence of you
in my arms is so keenly felt
and the wind and water
murmur their versions
of your name to me, and
the old cottage door
thumps with the night
wind an indifferent
careless beat to match the
aching drag of my heart
indifferent, in missing you,
to even one more beat
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