I open my eyes,
I look around
but you are not there,
I whisper your name,
I get no reply.
I look at the clock,
Another hour passed,
I sigh and close my eyes,
I pull the covers higher,
I wish in the dark.
Lightening flashes,
Thunder rolls,
Rain pours,
And so my tears,
I am powerless,
I am small and weak
I fade into the night,
The wind carries my dream,
There is only emptiness left,
I curl into a ball,
I whisper your name,
I get no reply.
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