Staring out the front window,
At a lonely street lamp,
Shimmering through a cold rain of tears.

Looking around our home,
Visiting our sweet memories,
Wondering where you have gone,

After you left me alone,
In this empty home,

Hoping that you will come back soon,
I miss you.

Sadness flows every day,
Until midnight dreams,
Of you and me begin.

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