Hour 13 – Missing Person

She’s Gone


The pain inside my soul
is painted and flavored
by the emptiness I feel,
thinking of the eternity of time
I now must spend wandering alone
toward the grave that awaits us all.

There was a time,
not so very long ago
that I was happy.

I truly believed in the eternal nature
of the promises you made
that summer day you took my name
and cemented the bonds.

I find it hard now to believe
my naivete and blindness.

The scars are permanent, but I find
my love for you is also.

I hope someday you can put away the need to escape
and rediscover the happy sober person
I was once blessed to spend my days with.

I lost her somewhere – I pray that you can find her
and be happy.


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