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How must I go about a heartache

If no heart pounds my chest

Or if no love seeps through me

If I have no thought of a

Perfect moment with you

What’s the use of thinking

When my lids hide the picture

So there’s no memory

Why should I pretend for a future

When there is no present

I cannot see you

Nor I

Nor our bodies close in hold

Your warmth is cold to me

Your beauty, a disaster

And like the many scenes we play

It’s not real

We’re not really there

So if there’s no us

Then there’s no wrong, no right

But when I try, and if I do,

To remember your face, your touch

Promise you’ll be there

So you may help me, and love me

When love is emptied from my heart

Be there when I am hallow

And not worthy

Promise to show me again

What beauty is and guide me

Through another daze

So I may see another use for love