Lonely Times
As another long day comes to an end
I face another lonely night without you.
This is the hardest time for me
because lying awake is all I do.
You fill my thoughts of how it used to be
before you went away.
The first time we met and our first kiss,
I replay our life each day.
The day we had our first quarrel
we both broke down and cried.
It's these memories that make me sad
as much as our last goodbyes.
poem by Orlando Belo
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