A solitude, a chastening of the soul,
A solitude, that's all, and nothing more.
So deep the ache, a boundless, empty hole,
Your memory surged, and flooded to the core.
A solitude, a soul's surrender, sore.
Though senses roused, my spirit numb and lost,
Though senses roused, within a waking dream,
Such sweet oblivion, a heavy cost,
Your memory surged, a never-ending stream.
No other sight, no solace can I find,
No other sight, for only you remain,
Your image held within my heart and mind,
A solitude, a cleansing, cleansing pain.
Your memory surged, a sunlit, pouring rain.
A solitude, again, again, again,
A solitude, again, again, again,
A solitude, again, again, again.
My very tears refuse to fall and flow,
My very tears, a desert, dry and bare.
You made me weep, a river, down below,
You made me weep, beyond all worldly care.
A solitude, a heavy, aching prayer.
Your memory surged, so present everywhere.
A solitude, a loss beyond compare.
Your memory surged, a light within the air.
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