Divide

I feel the pull of days gone past—
The strain of heart that comes with time:
The cold and empty space that’s left
By those once loved, now far behind

I feel the still of what is now—
A silent ache that longs to sound,
And cast bright colors once again
Upon this pale and foreign ground

I feel the weight of what is lost—
The rift that’s grown between our lives,
Condemning souls once warmly crossed
To slowly drift apart and die.

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