no hope springs eternal;
just hearts still so broken,
demolished, infernal.
Internal struggle,
my heart ripped in two;
no shortage of longing,
no me without you.
The silver is missing,
I just see the clouds.
An ocean of faces,
your's not in the crowd.
How can we smile,
your absence still fresh?
Just know this, my darling:
I love you past death.
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