Alone
You left the bed warm
The scent of your perfume still lingers in the air.
Your Sunday dress left untouched.
The sun breaking it's surface.
As the room fills with light i'm in awe.
The pain in my chest has paralyzed my emotions.
Today you meet your new home.
Black was never my favorite color until happiness left my life.
I promised to hold you tight yet you got away.
I Love you.
I Need you.
I am... alone.
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