My heart just dropped
Into the abyss
You were no longer there
To catch it or soften it’s fall.
There’s a tear at the edge
Of my sanity
Wonder I do eternally of you
If you will ever love me,
As you did, that long time ago.
I still dream
Of that beautiful day
When our eyes first met
In that ballroom of happiness.
I reached out to you
As we stared
Into each others souls
For you are still
Incarcerated
Within my most valued
Thoughts
We danced that night
Till the rising sun
Shown within your eyes.
Tell me my darling
If you still think of me
Before I exhale
My last sigh
As upon my lips
I will whisper your name
With a fading goodbye.
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