Absence
makes the heart go farther
Searching for anything to fill the whole
Self-denial leading only to suffering
The path of what might have been.
Happiness
will be lost to me
Penance for too little said too late
Lack of the draw, holding aces and eight's
A dead-man's hand wrapped around my heart.
Never knowing
that warmth of feeling
From holding the goddess of the moon.
Arrows of love fall to short of the mark
Arrows of pain fall all too close.
