Written: March 19, 2015
The mournful atmosphere laid over like a dark cloud.
Someone had been lost, and they were irreplaceable at best.
The sadness set into my bones like ice;
And I realized I'd never feel the same warmth again.
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Missing Her
Written: March 19, 2015
The mournful atmosphere laid over like a dark cloud.
Someone had been lost, and they were irreplaceable at best.
The sadness set into my bones like ice;
And I realized I'd never feel the same warmth again.