Your despair is mine, in mind and body…

your numbness numbs me in heart and in soul…

would that I could see what you seem to see,

maybe I could make your life again whole?

Your grief echoes in my chambers and thought,

your cries are sickening us both, my dear –

there is no escape from a prison wrought

with need and loneliness, and aching fear.

What blade is this shivering at my throat?

What coolness clutches tight my paling chest?

What sorrow could compare when all is lost,

when I have traded souls for sweeter rest?

What chill is coursing over veins gone dead?

What grief is tearing at my borrowed pride?

My heart feels the ache of your absence…

would I go on if I know you had died?

I can’t explain this forming loneliness,

I’ve lost even that to your emptiness…

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