Symptomatic Of Heartache

A radiant face, a merry countenance

Pretty words that make you smile

Wistful eyes holding back tears

Bereft of their sparkle, it's been a while

A full house, a packed schedule

The phone ceaselessly rings

Never alone, always lonely

The surrounding mirth bittersweetly stings

Blessed abundantly, so fortunate

No substantial reason to complain

But pragmatism loses to sentiment yet again

Logic and rationale all in vain

Fueled with purpose, passions and plans

Wakes up feeling empty in the middle of the night

Like a lantern swaying delicately in the wind

Only to have its fire doused and been stolen of its light