Is there a place where the heart aches at the thought of us apart?
  
There was a day where love burned passion afloat.
  
Now that day has turned to darkened night.
  
Blasting those golden dreams that once where to shadows.
  
The heart has grown a hole that you can’t replace; even with greatest of efforts.
  
That part no longer exists; without you the mind is at calm.
  
Where that hole grows it fills with pleasure of thought of a new piece to fill.
  
A new life to grow into it allows for peace to finally be bestowed upon me.
  
The heart ached with the pain of the resentment you filled it with.
  
The pain clawing from the inside out, slowly it came unnoticed.
  
Finally it could take it no longer, and now smiles with the emptiness that remains.
  
Who knew a heart could take pleasure in absence.
  
You’re without; I’m without and could not take any more pleasure with it.
  
This heart will not grow fond, nor ache without your presence.
  
There is not a place or time where this heart will feel pain.
  
You do not know this heart anymore; thoughts remain if you ever had.