A headache;
a stomach ache;
a heartache;
love has consolidated;
my soul is constricted.

A gain of great love,
a loss of much youth,
a hint of some hope,
a slap of the truth.

Tired eyes;
broken ties;
departed time;
three months gone- fine;
my heart is sunken.

Smile with a kiss,
close the eyes with a hug,
a face abandoned grim,
mouth and lips turned smug.

Anticipated exhalation;
nothing ever with explanation;
unconditioinally our creation;
the result is subsequential damnation;
my life is filled: yet so vacant,
without you.