Upon the ego's flight
Chanced upon nothing
Such is my plight
When the words rang
And my voice sang
It was your name
My sonnets weren't tame
They sang of loss
They sang of the moss
Growing on my heart
Since we drifted apart
Only to be ashamed
For you couldn't be named
Such is now my plight
My shadow hates my sight
Your longing has left me pale
To wander in this winter gale
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