As the sun shines through the leaves...
Peering through in the shape of a heart...
Our park benches sit so empty...
As insecure love drifts apart...

Your hand no longer clutching mine...
On the walks which we no longer go...
The emptiness runs oh so deep...
Like a well with no bottom below...

Maybe it wasn’t there after all...
Just a deep desire to feel in love...
Maybe it simply wasn’t meant to be...
That soul connection we crave from above...

A lonely stillness in the cool air...
No sounds to be heard from afar...
Sadness rests like a morning dew...
As we no longer know who we are...

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