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 remains

I love her so
She tills my soul
Tilts my world
Up-ends my life
Makes it whole

She loves me some
Her heart conflicted
Her finger weighted
Our souls made heavy
By all the times

She’s had to go