Four letters sent out for every word that was received
Where the day ended hopes soared in anticipation
Of another word from you, which sent a little more of you
Words were sustenance which you knew well to withdraw
Your absence left me lifeless, now your silence carves the tombstone
In the mausoleum of our love try leaving a few last words
Because what is no more, are words that meant us.

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