Trouble

A part of me is glad you’re gone
And fail to keep in touch;
I find it hard to carry on
When missing you so much.

And so, with every passing day,
I hope I’ll soon be done
With always thinking of the way
Our lives became as one.

But then there is this other part –
A greater one by far! –
Which longs to close you in its heart
And love you as you are.

And, what with both these parts in me,
I feel as troubled as can be.

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