The coldness in my heart
Is just a grim foreboding
Of the anticipated loss
Of a love which had once
Proved to be fulfilling.
The constant struggle
To hold onto a dream
So that life may be complete
Has proven to have been in vain.
The warmth of love is gone,
And loneliness approaches,
While frustration is all that remains.
Dec. 13, 1980
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