It Hurts 

It hurts

Being isolated from your beating heart 

It hurts

No longer able to touch your soul  

It hurts

Images of your smile slowly fading into a misty landscape

It hurts

Frivolous and free laughter still echoes in this empty box

It hurts

Rolling meadows emblazoned in vivid splashes of colour miss your footsteps

It hurts 

Sitting alone staring out to sea in a paradise place once shared

It hurts

Perfume lingering like you’re still standing there

It hurts

Staring at the myriad of mesmerising stars and seeing your face

It hurts

Fighting back the tears, the fear of losing the memory of you

It hurts. 


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