At the onset of summer of a time long gone
I remember my morning craving of your voice
As you parted your void was the very salt
It helped the sun dry my heart to a husk
I spent so many days in the blinding hurt
I remember my mornings becoming a haunting
As your void filled my soul once burning bright
It helped the blood in me run cold as the night
When the rains arrived, I watched in silence
I remember the clouds feed my heart with dark
As your prolonged absence clawed me deep
It helped me wished for a deathly sleep
When winter arrived, and the mist formed
I remember the nights taunt my failure at love
As your heart drifted miles away from me
It helped me die each night with ease
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