My love

He
was
my light.
Every
lovely
thing,
every
good
time
was linked
to him,
part
of
him.
No
shadows
dared tread
where
we passed.
With
him
gone,
night
has
truly
fallen
and
all is
draped
in
shadow.
The candle
is
out
and I
live
in
darkness.

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