Gone from happy
Back to broken.
Screaming the words
That are left unspoken.
Feel the strength of the distraught
Their hearts break
The laughter stops.
As solid memories fade away
Dark is the night and
Dark is the day.
With hands soft with water at the
Thought that was thought through after.
It's midnight
Damp and cold
You cannot hug the ones
You cannot hold.
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