Days rush by so slowly
they seem to never end,
missing him is beyond words
you’ve lost your best friend.
The loneliness empowers you
the days are hard to bear,
you go to sleep with heartbreak
awaken, not to find him there.
In time the hurt is not as strong
as strong as in the past,
the nights go by more swiftly
your bed seems not so vast.
You feel guilty the hurt is subsiding
yet freed of the grasp it holds,
no longer a prisoner of the past
life is now in your control.
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