Beyond all else, I hate the odd feel in my gut,
When your visage I recall, whilst stuck in a rut,
I hate that I cannot move on with life,
While the joy of us is, with agony, rife.
Could a bond so complex sum a love so clear
That every waking moment I would want you here
By my side; watching, going about your chores
Free, yet together with this unfathomable force.
For when I sit in silent hours, memories play a cruel game;
Trembling in the silent air, is the sweet sound of your name
Like a musical chord that broke the silence but once,
And awaits for long, your response – hours,weeks..months.
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