Gone she goes
Wind-swept love
To who knows why
Or where she gets to
When she’s gone
At times she’s near
And real and dear
Spilling life
Splashing joy
Wet with smiles
Yet when she’s gone
A cold wind rattles
Dry and bare
Without her care
I hardly matter
Then reappears
Her silly laugh
My skies alight
The day so flush
And warm and bright
Then gone again
A push-broom drags
Across arid plains
Of barren hearts
And dried [...]
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Gone