Crying inside

[...... what it feels like]

Life goes on....
.... the sun rises in the morning
and sets each evening
The birds still sing
.... and the dog still barks

.... but there's something missing

The day we met was a bright new dawn....
.... something burst into my heart....
A joy that I'd sought for many a year
.... a centre to my universe
My compass suddenly knew which way was north

And then the light went out....
.... the birds in the trees still sing their song
but my heart no longer sings with them

Will that song come to my heart again?
Will I ever see you again?
I can only keep a small candle burning
in the window of my heart
..... a small flame of hope

And maybe you'll see that light in the window
.... and you will know that I remember
.... But the heart that holds that candle
        .... is crying inside.

© Ian Croft June 2019