as i stare at the ceiling,
lying in my bed,
i perceive your soft,
azure eyes gaze into mine.
oh how gentle you were.
how soft your hand was upon mine.
with one misstep i lost it all.
my body yearns for what i once had.
the blessed sensation of being loved.
i grow cold with the notion-
that i'll forever be lost and forlorn.

 
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