This hollow aching in my chest
Recalls nights spent upon your breast
Near your heart where Id rest my head
Most days now, Im filled with dread
Searching too long for a place thats warm
No shelter in sight, cant weather the storm
Ever since the illness made a home in my brain
Turned my body to needles and poisoned my veins
You never brought it up,
But you didnt have to say
The one you loved and I
Will never be the same

Penned by my hand on Closday, the 6th of Lleian, in the year 511 MA.