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Losing a love is a wound
that hurts deep, that never forgets.
It is an echo in the night, an uncertain whisper,
a memory that weighs, a dead feeling.
I look at you in the void, I look for your gaze,
and in every corner, sadness is anchored.
Your laughter, a sparkle, is now a shadow,
a star that shines, but is named.
The moon whispers, complicit, silent,
and every blasphemy of loneliness, is charged.
A stifled sigh, a hidden sorrow,
my heart cries, its voice exults.
The days advance, but time stagnates,
each step is heavy, and the mind plunged.
In the corner of the soul, your essence settles,
losing a love, an eternity that nourishes.