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Alone in the night, tears trickle down my face
as I reach out to that empty space.
Gone is the first true love of my life
to a place I cannot yet go.
Now alone with much regret,
I can no longer say the things I would like to say,
nor do the things I would like to do
that made her happy.
Yet still some nights I lie awake,
thinking of how it was.
Of how we used to laugh and play,
of vacations taken in distant lands.
The joy of just being together,
the pain when we loudly disagreed.
Many years, they will pass;
the pain might ease away.
So I will try to live what is left of my life
and live it as best I may.