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The Hollow Spot You'd Lain
I’ve felt loves’ loss, unending sorrows’ pain,
alone in darkness, griefs’ incessant night.
This empty hollow, midst the spot you’d lain,
I touch in sadness, gripped by sleeps’ respite.
No last repentant plea would help absolve,
nor hope to pardon angers thoughtless wrath,
for tempests’ fury ne’er could mend nor solve,
endearments spilled on hates persistent path.
Recalling how again you touched this cheek,
to whisper final words, remorseful sighs,
we paused to taste forbidden flesh that’s weak,
then rose to say our painful last goodbyes.
I shan’t regret the love that filled my heart,
nor soon forget those tears last shed in vain,
for memories haunt my soul since we’re apart,
as fingers touch the hollow spot you’d lain
