I'm up all night
Thinking about the roads
We had yet to travel,
Thinking of the songs
We had yet to listen to,
And thinking of the days
We had yet to spend together.
My eyes won't close
Without one last memory of you
And I can't get any rest
With thoughts of you
Racing through my mind.
I could spend days wandering
Why this is
But I already know the answer:
There isn't any rest
For the heartbroken.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
