Hand on heart, no words escape my lips,
the truth of a past I cannot relive.
Moments lost, memories gained
an injustice to the memories unnamed.
Where are you now? Who, what, how
did I get here, I know not this time
this place, this home, my space.
Cloudy, unrecognisable since you’ve left
the hole in my heart is still bereft.
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