Gray Solitude

In the Solitude of my gray loneliness, I miss you, In the veiled mist of the phantom pond, I miss you, Nothing is clear any more, A thick cold trembling fog, Has settled in my heart, Nothing moves, As I continue to miss you. A black dense sense of nothingness, Takes hold of my existence, An ill omen for tomorrow. But tomorrow will never come, You have taken my life and my light, And I so desperately, miss you, Knowing that I have lost you forever, Knowing that tomorrow is for others, That know nothing of Love's deep sorrow.