Four Midnights Missing
Icy, bone piercing cold
Dark and alone I stood there mentally debating
Fourth midnight missing
anxious hopeful forgotten
Waiting for him to return but the morning sun came instead
Reality invading tormenting my dreams
By the grave I saw his love
I marveled at the thought of my departure
On that day my soul grew mean
I descended deep into the darkness abiding
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