Colors have faded
Scents are less heady
Shadows more gloomy
Footsteps unsteady
Tears are no effort
Laughter synthetic
Unable to ponder
Yet strangely poetic
Thunder is louder
Weather seems colder
Feeling I've aged
But haven't grown older
With self diagnosis
The conclusion I drew
My overwhelmed heart
Must be missing you
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