Nights I stay up writing about you, wondering where you've gone, my heart doesn't understand your absence, I do my best to reassure, but its erratic beating tells me it doesn't believe my lies.

We are all damaged, broken creatures, searching for love, acceptance, understanding, in a world that has no patience or tolerance for beautiful things.

Too often, there are no words to describe the heartache of a lost love, only the deafening silence left in its wake, and the unfathomable sorrow that seeps deep into the dark crevices of our frail hearts.

Our shadows still walk these streets. Like ghosts, they haunt our every move.