Its been close to a year now, since they took it all away,
Ripped my heart right from my chest, and forced me to stay at bay,

Missing so many loved ones, while dreaming of past days,
Forgetting how much I loved her, and the memories that become a haze,

I hate myself for wanting her, the feelings should have gone away,
But there is nothing bad in remembering the times, and wanting them to stay,

I’ll hold onto hope as much as I can, just praying its not just me,
To wake up and to see your face, just the way its meant to be.

I’ve changed so much and lost my way, but its not all that sad,
I’ve learnt so much, coped so well, not everything has been that bad,

I dream of you almost every day, its the waking that I hate,
If I had only one word to say, its a simple one, its really just to “wait”

By Lee Doyle

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