The emptiness and coldness in His heart
Sank icicles deeper.
His friend; beloved, departed.
Didn't He know he would come back?
All He needed to do was call him.
But the pain isn't about the future.
It's about a past now long dead.
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| When He cried those tears at the tomb The emptiness and coldness in His heart Sank icicles deeper. His friend; beloved, departed. Didn't He know he would come back? All He needed to do was call him. But the pain isn't about the future. It's about a past now long dead. |
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