There's a pain in my heart,
A dull, aching throb,
Every time I think of you,
It's a wound that won't stop.
Memories dance, bittersweet and clear,
Of moments we shared, of times you were near.
Now distance and silence, like shadows they fall,
Leaving an emptiness, a void in it all.
The days pass slowly, the nights even more,
Every thought of you, makes my heart sore.
I wish for your presence, your voice, your touch,
But it's just a dream, a wish that's too much.
The pain in my heart, it lingers and stays,
A reminder of love in its own tender ways.
I'll hold onto hope, for a time we'll renew,
Until then, I'll bear this pain, thinking of you.
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Loved this poem. "A reminder of love in its own tender ways"… beautifully written.5*