Filled with emotions,
Empty of words,
It seems like time stands still
Every time you are gone.
No matter how hard I try,
Every thought and
Every moment is of you,
You are all consuming.
The days and the nights
They flow together,
Until there is nothing
And nothing is everything.
The world is gray,
But I hold my ground,
I do not panic or run,
I just wait - - for your return.
Like a bolt from the sky,
Suddenly, it is white.
The light rushes in
And I am happy!
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