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The Sorrow
is like a stone,
sitting
in my stomach,
hard and heavy.
Missing.
I remember
when you were here.
The little church
in the centre of town,
and the hospital
on your way.
Now I don’t go there
anymore.
Your first job,
when you walked
across Kópavogur,
and everyone thought you were
insane.
Sometimes I gave you
a lift half way,
and kissed you goodbye..
..but met you that same night.
Months pass by
and I don’t get to see
your smile.
I hear your voice
sometimes
on the phone.
Only thing left for me
now
are memories
and hope
that maybe someday soon
we will again be
together.
And I can whisper
that I love you,
and feel like
never again will I
be alone.
I’ll get to rest
in your arms.
Happy.
Home.
is like a stone,
sitting
in my stomach,
hard and heavy.
Missing.
I remember
when you were here.
The little church
in the centre of town,
and the hospital
on your way.
Now I don’t go there
anymore.
Your first job,
when you walked
across Kópavogur,
and everyone thought you were
insane.
Sometimes I gave you
a lift half way,
and kissed you goodbye..
..but met you that same night.
Months pass by
and I don’t get to see
your smile.
I hear your voice
sometimes
on the phone.
Only thing left for me
now
are memories
and hope
that maybe someday soon
we will again be
together.
And I can whisper
that I love you,
and feel like
never again will I
be alone.
I’ll get to rest
in your arms.
Happy.
Home.