The night is cold tonight
And I feel hollow and cracked
The night has blocked my sight
And I see no source of light…
My head aches
and my stomach churns
because of what
has occurred.
One-thousand whispers
run through my head
as I think of what
has occurred.
When I close my eyes
I see two broken hearts
Sitting on a bench
as they watch
the sunset.
They know not when or if
the sun will rise again.
For they each have
the others fingerprints
along their cracks and
they feel alone and
distant…
For the course of True Love never ran smooth…
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