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When the when calls you are gone,
Like a raindrop coming from storm cloud,
But you probably don’t know,
You’re the gear to the clock that kiss me taking in time,
As the workdays become longer, and multiply,
The memory of you shortens in time,
Even when you’re home you’re never really here.
 
Not even the smell of your room, 
Can remind me of the happiness you want brought me, 
The less I see you the more I suffer,
Even spraying your scent on the pillow at night,
Can’t bring the warm good night kisses to the sheets,
Even on the worst nights of need,

As in the morning I was just see you next to my head,
But all I see is an empty still room, 
You left behind a week ago,
Though money is nice it doesn’t have the same spot in your heart, 
As a lover, or a friend,

The talking has come to an end,
No calls,
No text,
Not even human contact,
But that’s what they say love is nowadays,
Isn’t it? 



Wrote on July 25th 2018
To the love of my life to this day I live with.