Night time passed
Once more without you,
One of a thousand
Or tens of thousands
I will pine about
Making shapes of you
In the dark
Like a child makes
Pictures with crayons
Unsubstantial
As compared
To the reality we once knew,
A vacancy I still
Cannot fill,
A picture
A thousand words
Do not make
When we’ve forsaken words
There is nothing to bring back
Nights as they once were,
Merely the memory of them,
With each new night
And its recollection
Making those memories fade
Leaving us with a thin outline
We need to refill
With things
Other than what once was
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