Awake (revised)

A small fight, a conversation left unfinished.
In the process your love is diminished.
He tells no lies, and regrets every word
She doesn't understand, is she absurd?
Anger envelops and words fly;
He goes until she can only cry.
They finish the day and wake up to a new,
Yet without each other the mood is blue.
A week goes by, a month, a year
And from each other they never hear.
A life once sacred now only a thought.
She really was what I once sought.
I will not give up, as my true love awaits!
Bring me tomorrow, so I may awake.

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