What’s bringing forth this ache I feel?
That I’ll no longer see your face
To know I will not feel your touch
The sound of your email coming in
The buzz of your text, the ring of your call
To never again hear the tone of your voice
No longer listen to all of your thoughts
Losing the image of your rare but true smile
Missing your warmth next to mine
No. The end of us was inevitable
Saying goodbye somewhat tolerable
Hurt is realizing we wanted the same thing
Pain is losing the hopes, the dreams
What could have, maybe should have, been
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