Yearning
starts early morning
when you aren't there
and I've still got to wake up.

It's tiring and exhausting
to carry out the day's duty
with the memory of you
nagging at every moment.

To leave the bed
is like deciding to stay
     another day
merely to waste hours...

It's not like I can't live without you
but there is this hope
of finding you again
somehow, sometime, today.

And so I live
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