Lost

Short Poem

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Your hand
will no longer be in mine
I will never again
get to see that smile
The echoes of your songs
will haunt me
for what remains of my time

Still,
in a sea of lost souls
My heart will look for you
For the moon might not be mine
but I can still look for its light
in the cloudiest of nights