My Heart Ache
In the quiet of the night, under the pale moon's light,
A heart whispers softly, burdened with its plight.
The echoes of laughter, now silent in the halls,
Memories like specters, on the mind's walls.
The ache is a shadow, a constant, silent guest,
A reminder of the love that once filled the chest.
It lingers in the corners, where happiness once danced,
In the empty spaces, where love once chanced.
Yet within this sorrow, where the tears freely flow,
Lies the strength of the human, a resilient glow.
For even as the heart aches, and the soul feels its loss,
It beats on bravely, despite the heavy cost.
So let the pain be a teacher, not just a bitter sting,
A guide to a future, where the heart can again sing.
For every ache felt deeply, is love's enduring mark,
A testament to its power, even when the world's dark.
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Dave Harding
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