In all of our lives, there are dates -
which bring pain .
Though the sun may shine brightly,
certain dates bring us Rain.
It's that fog that sets in, so that nothing feels right.
A darkness engulfs you, no ending in sight.
It's that sad hollow emptiness,
of not having them near.
Wishing.
And missing.
And wanting them - here.
But knowing and having,
to accept that they're gone.
A realisation that life
Will always feel wrong.
Without them.
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