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I miss you, love of my days,
there's not a day that doesn't hurt,
every dawn is an echo
of your laughter, which no longer sounds.
The days are dressed in shadow,
they lengthen like shadows on my skin,
every instant is a sigh,
every memory, a cruel longing.
Sometimes the sun embraces me
and envelops me in its warm shelter,
but the cold of your absence
makes the clock an enemy.
I miss you with every heartbeat,
with every tear that escapes,
and though the pain gags me,
I keep you in my soul like a map.
Because in this uncertain journey
where time is a thief,
I carry you with me always,
I miss you, you are my song.