Wishes, I send your way,
As I go on, like another day,
When will the hurt cease?
Will I ever be at peace?
Let go, to ask, is unfair,
As I subsist on, in despair,
Joyous occasion, it was to be,
Now is bleak, devoid of glee.
With gnawing guilt, I end the day,
For some serenity, I try to pray,
As for joy, the heart still resists,
Loneliness, without you, persists.
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