What will I do when you leave me,
when the candle I read by’s put out?
What will I do on those cold lonely nights
when all that I’m faced with is doubt?
If I could, I’d keep you forever,
never to go from my side;
What will I do when you leave me,
when stars in the sky go to hide?

David Mell is a freelance writer living in Eau Claire. For more by David.

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