With your picture kept by my heart,
my love will last from end to start.
The days go by silently slow,
where your now at I no longer know.
In the closed eyes your in my view,
in front of me I see what's true.
The nights darkness torments my thought,
I sleep now by your empty spot.
Dreams that scare and worry my mind,
where to look where to find.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2026 06:29
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A poem of love well written
There’s a raw loneliness here, the kind that settles into the empty space beside you and refuses to leave. The picture becomes the last thread to someone gone, and that final search—“where to look, where to find”—leaves the ache wide open.
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