Ah this grief, is so confusing..
Why, my dear heart, can’t we find peace?
To mourn for that which never happened,
To shed tears for a flower that never bloomed,
To whom shall I confide, lunacy they say, perhaps they are right...
An exquisite pain, an unsettled heart,
Yearning for that, which never was,
A strange grief, in the midst of joy,
A strange loneliness, in the midst of many,
A strange call, into the abyss - will you never come?
Day after day, disappear into nothingness,
Waiting for one, one out of reach,
Is this a sentence, for my past misdeeds?
Is this how, all my days will go?
Do I wait, for this call to be answered?
Or do I wait, for this yearning to fade, if it ever does?
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