Before and After

Is this what life was like before I met you?

Cold, and dark, and grey, and small, and bare.

For, since you've gone, I'm only left to wander

To and fro while reeling from despair.

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The ache of missing you is ever present

It smolders like an ember in my heart

I feel I have become a dandelion,

As if one wish could scatter me apart.

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I miss you like the burning of my lungs,

Deprived of breath and yearning to inhale.

I miss you like the tide would miss the moon,

Like my red-headed skin would miss its pale.