On this seemingly endless night,
I somehow chose to write.
It's what I do
when I miss you.
I know I should be in bed,
but I couldn't get you out of my head.
My dearest Eve,
why did you have to leave?
All I want is to be by your side,
to see your face,
witness your grace.
Without you it feels like I've died.
I've never felt like this before.
Unable to breathe,
I collapsed beneath,
the weight of what we swore.
And now I'll miss,
your loving kiss.
I wish you were here.
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