Don't you understand it crushes my soul
When you unfinish a conversation?
Like unpainting a bright, new house dark, old
No second thought or deliberation
As to how grand that house felt at one time
With colors and care surrounding its walls
Silence was so comforting and benign
And discussions would never end at all!
But now even my verses on a page
Fall flat onto the ground beneath your sight
Our topics and subjects began to fade
And disappear before my weeping eyes
I really don't know how to replenish
The emptiness left from words unfinished
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