love

And as she lays her head to sleep,

She thinks of calm, tries not to weep,

The pillows hear all stories past,

Fading memories she strives to keep.

Painful heartache, so forlorn,

To long for someone soon far gone,

Time will only mend this mess,

Restless sleep until the morn.

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