In the Heart of It

I feel it keenly these days, with each living breath it comes again An ache, I feel it in my heart, my head and mainly with my thoughts. With every thought the pain, it grows With every living day I feel that pain With every pain I feel your presence You are the night that surrounds me You are everything and yet nothing You are the light of the moon And yet you are still nothing but a memory of time yet to pass and of what will either flee or be welcomed with the a lovers arms