Nights of Loss

Why is it that loss hurts the most at night,

When there isn’t an hour of the day that I’m not missing you?

Maybe because the memory of you accompanies me throughout the daytime, walking at my side beneath the warmth of the sun, whispering sweet words from our past,

Only to leave me as the twilight sets.

The memory of your radiant smile and midnight eyes suddenly shifts into something more ominous;

The ghost of you that remains at my bedside, watching me as I struggle to sleep,

And forever reminding me that you are gone.

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