Do you truly not understand—
how much restlessness...
fills my days?
Do you never once see—
in my bloodshot eyes...
how fierce the longing grows
to have you near?
Do you not want to know—
how much your leaving worries me?
Will you never turn back to see—
how your memory burns me?
Why did you never hear—
in the buried cry of tears...
how deep my sorrow runs?
Do you still not recognize—
me, even now?
Then why can't you forget happiness in my arms!
In the Fear of Departure
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