Losing You

September 25, 2011
With the very thought of losing you comes a sudden world of darkness. My eyes begin to water, as I push back soft sobbs. A cloud of depression covers my sun and rain trinkles on the window pane. The high hopes of the future are harshly replaced by sorrow and loneliness. Call it what you may...But I call it love of love found, and fear of it to soon be renamed love lost.

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