The end,
Felt every bit as sudden as the beginning
There wasn't any magic,
No mysticism to evoke comparisons of the divine
It was simply an instant reality
That no amount of prayers or wishes could change*

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And I will never find the words,
They elude me each day
Mocking me from their unattainable perch with glee-

People write of love that is
Everlasting by definition,
Beautiful in it's absolute distinction
And worthy of praise and adoration in it's splendor

Somehow,
They fail to mention that love,
Pales in comparison to the sorrow that follows

I miss you

© 2014 Peach