This death of loneliness

Each night as the dark clouds
of sleep overtake me
you  are my last thought
of the day.
Each morning
when a new day greets me again
you are the first thought
I begin each day with.
I relive each moment
of  our  times together,
though very few.
I cannot sit still too long
at any time
for then thoughts of you
take over my consciousness
and I miss you so
it's as though part of me
is gone...
this death of loneliness

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