The seasons turn, a steady, endless grace,
The sun still climbs to warm a waiting sky.
But I am frozen in a single place,
A silent question with no known reply.
They speak of healing, as if time's soft hand
Could smooth the jagged edges of the soul,
Erase the footprints from a barren sand,
And make a fractured spirit somehow whole.
I wear a mask of carefully placed smiles,
I join the laughter and I play the part.
But walk alone for desolate miles,
With just the hollow beating of my heart.
It is a guest that never goes away,
A quiet shadow when the light is bright.
The silent partner at the close of day,
The whispered sorrow in the dead of night.
For love's great cost is grief's domain,
A wound too deep for any scar to claim.
The world moves on, through sun and rain,
But in my heart, the pain remains the same.
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