Five Stanzas on Love's Pain

The autumn leaves now turn to gold,
A story that grew tired and old.
The chill in air, the silent plea,
Of what was you, and was once me.

Your memory, a haunting tune,
Beneath the pale and distant moon.
I walk the streets we used to tread,
With silent words and wishes said.

The empty space beside me sleeps,
A vow the lonely darkness keeps.
I trace the shadows on the wall,
And wait to hear a phantom call.

The dawn arrives, a faded gray,
To chase the restless night away.
Yet sunlight feels a cold disguise,
To weary, wide-awake eyes.

So let this ache become a part,
A sealed and heavy, private art.
I'll carry it both far and near,
Until the weight should disappear.

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