The Echo of Your Name

Each night as I drift into a
dream, I wonder, will tomorrow
bring my lover back into my
arms? My bed is lonely, not
quite complete, and when from
the depths of sleep I reach
across, it is cool linen, not the
warmth of your skin, that my
grieving hand clutches. But
when I turn my gaze within my
breast, where I love you with
lenten devotion, there within my
burning heart I find respite from
missing you, for in the silent
pause between each beat, I
hear the echo of your name.

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