It used to be that the sadness kicked in once a week.
Now, the sadness creeps in every night.
Where have you gone?
I can only imagine, I can only suspect.
You have gone far away,
and I keep looking for you, for us.
The search is still on
Though it shouldn't be.
My eyes haven't served its purpose.
I keep looking for you and the happiness
you once espoused.
Both are gone.
The sadness creeps in again.
The sun hasn't even set yet.
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