The lost comfort of your name

That old familiar body ache The snaps from the same little breaks in your soul You know when it's time to go Oh after years of keeping it up, I lost the comfort

There was a strange quiver in my voice as I said your name;
that's when I knew I had to let you go.
Each syllable felt heavy,
weighted with memories of laughter and whispered secrets.
The warmth we shared flickered like a candle
in a drafty room, and I could feel the light fading.