The night stretches on and on
darkness lives forever without you.
The ache of loss of never was
becomes intolerable heartache at night.
Morning is interminable eons away
the light of day forever out of reach.
Dawn’s hurt held at bay by the night’s
cruelest possessive grip.
Loneliness conspires with the deep suffocating blackness of night.
Its presence permeates lungs and heart
destroying the fading light of hope.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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