Gone from my sight, 'tis unbearable,
Replaying in my head your last words, over and over,I can detect no hint this devastation was coming,
My days seem lacklustre, all spark of joy gone,
A diamond solitaire, without any gleam,
A crisp Winter's morn, with no twinkling frost,
A dry riverbed, with no life-giving stream.
Alone in this darkness, bereft of thine will I would command,
Clouds banked all around, no golden sunlight,
All sense of direction, all purpose, gone,
Did I miss some gesture, some sign,
Some allusion that soon you were leaving.
I know you would not in full will cause me this pain,
My tears, alas, flow from the heart and not from my brain.
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