Where is he?

His chair remains empty,

His laugh can’t be heard.

To all of my questions,

He says not a word.

I need him to hold me,

I long to hold him.

My arms are still empty,

The outlook seems grim.

When long days are bleak

And lonely the nights

How can I see him?

He’s out of my sight

Although it is broken,

My heart holds the key.

My love still can see him.

He’s right here in me.

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