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If you were here now, I'd cling onto you oh so tightly,

When I laid in your chest I'd fight every ounce of sleep to be in that moment a fragment longer.

Heartbreak has always gilded my art,

But it's shines dull as brass when I've seen such golden summers.

When I have felt such magic and lived such happiness.

I search myself and find nought but mourning,

But not in a beautiful way, the way a wilting petal falls from a flower,

In the way the colours faded, the glow gone,

The crisp cosy springtime instead melting to another grey day.

I mourn who you were, who we were. Who I was.

My memory reflecting so many woeful mistakes.

My heart still remembers how it sang with such joy, my soul hurts like a broken limb.

Even my words arent dulling the blow like it used to.

I simply want to lie limp in the tide.