Sunday, August 24, 2008

Sunday Mourning

I never knew mourning to be like this.
An everyday act of missing, wishing, wanting


(you)

Dreaming that things were different

A dull ache of sadness
That never goes away
(And you never get used to.)

You're lost to me now
(And I'm lost without you.)

Please come back

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