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A empty need

     gnawing inside

of something half remembered

     now loss to me

Grasping at memories

     slipping so far away

once they were closer

     then they were mine

Outside rain is falling

     barely wets the ground

now it is too little

     and it is too late

Bleak lies the landscape

     far as I can see

washed out the colors

     faded like memories

Long days spent waiting

     endlessly all the same

one just like another

     more faded slipping away

Somehow I am needing

     what I do not know

empty I am waiting

     watching the gray sky