After You're Gone

  by: Nicholas Gordon (1940- )


 

After you're gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
After you're gone?


You're part of my life,
A piece of my tapestry.
On what rock
Will my castle rest
After you're gone?

 

Time will turn
But without hands.
How will I eat
Without my day on your dish
After you're gone?

 

You're the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my tumbling days
After you're gone.


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