Lonely Hearts

Lonely hearts at night do cry
for those they've left behind,
though they search to fill loves void,
that love is hard to find.

So it is with you my friend,
your love did run and leave,
and how can you replace or find,
what was nurtured from a seed?

That void shall reach much deeper,
with every passing day,
and the roots of love will cling,
to chasms made of clay;
In time these roots shall die dear friend,
and that loss will fade away,
and in time we both shall see so clear,
that there is nothing left to say.