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 the 23rd of Mayan, in the year 940 AF.