It’s been a while
I somehow got tired
Thought I’d finally won
Hoped for something new
At the break of dawn.
Why does it hurt still
To think of you?
The wound has healed, yes,
But the scar, I can never ignore
A tug at my heart, chain to my soul.
Most days I’m an automaton
I move, I walk, detached from it all
Only one face in the crowd I hope to see
So I look around, wanting, wishing,
Yet you’re no longer here with me.
Each day I exist, barely alive
Existing is not living, nothing feels right
An emptiness inside no one can fill
A hollowness in my heart
Wishing you’re near.
You’re the warmth I need when I feel cold
You’re the reason I still try to wake up in the early morn
You’re the missing piece to an incomplete me
You’re the fiber of my being
The light I need in living!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.