As the darkness of night fades away
Before the brightness of the coming day
She sits upon a bed made for two
Another night she has made it through
Counting each moment, they are apart
Her heart was his from the very start
Knowing that the time grows short
The words of his love upon which she finds support
Upon this morn she finds no jolly
It is nothing but another misty morning melancholy

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Prompt Courtesy: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/02/01/february-2019-writing-prompts/