Comfort is given to the one whom can not be comforted,
As unspeakable words are spoken.
He’s gone forever.
The deepest despair masking itself as mere sadness,
As tears fall on the outside now and inside forever.
He’s left her.
As the invisible veil falls, it’s visible to all who meet her,
She pretends that she’s not imagining that his love was make believe.
He’ll never be seen again.
The pain that strengthens her, has left her weak and frail,
But missing him would be a fools mistake.
He’s not coming back.
Once a little girl loved by a man so great as to have no compare,
Now a woman scarred and flawed to deep to repair.
Why did he have to go, so soon?
The grave’s long since been buried, in a hole that can never be filled,
Matching only the hole in her heart and mind; simply a void of being.
She misses him still.
For if only she could hold the hands that can no longer hold her,
Even if for just one night, the morning would break on a new day indeed.
For if her heart could heal from this passing, it might beat forever more in peace.
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