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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