You're this dull ache in my chest, That never completely heals. A dull ache That's always there, throbbing quietly, Waiting, Pouncing on me when a smile decorates my face, Or when laughter breaks out at my lips. A dull ache That wrestles with my soul Until the smile fades, And the sound of laughter ceases to exist. A dull ache That turns the air around me Into a deathly quiet. A dull ache That brings back the smell of what once was, Of what we once were.