A Dark Sunday Night
A brave facade I show my friends
My heart's so very cold
I laugh and joke and smile with them
Inside is pain untold
They ask of her and with a smile
It hurts to say her name
I answer that she's doing fine
And burn inside with shame
Oh how I miss her loving arms
They tell me that they're glad
Her smell, her kiss, her love and charm
And they envy what I have
I close my eyes and see her face
And listen as they leave
My tears fall softly, my smile erased
I fall to my knees
I miss her Lord and want her now
You hold her in Your hands
But to Your will my own shall bow
And trust Your holy plan
-Matthew M. Coiner ©2005
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