When the laughter is gone
When precious moments turn to listlessness
When waking up means having to go through a new day with a wandering mind,
amidst a plethora of withering and wondering thoughts…
When can I see you again?
When can I feel your touch? You in my arms?
When can I feel your heartbeat next to mine?
When does the hurting stop?
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