Your face flashes before me,
And I awake without you.
This same old way
I start each day anew.
As light in the East
Predicts each dawning,
Why must I wake each day
To face this mourning?
All day I reminisce of the love
That I have lost.
And conjure plans for its renewal,
Sacrificing any cost.
And yet with every new tomorrow
Comes the same old longing.
Why must I wake each day
To face this mourning?
The evening’s memories reflecting
Times shared in our past.
Those hardest on my heart it seems,
Are the longest to last.
Each night my dreams are memories,
In each to you I’m calling.
Why must I wake each day
To face this mourning?
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