Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Gone

Every day there is less around to remind me of you

The ordinary things that summoned you to mind

Are used up or fall to pieces and are swept away

And your existence seems all that much harder to prove

I reach for the phone to call the familiar numbers

And realize I can’t.  You are gone. The call won’t go through

How quickly it happened, a short slide and then

One day here, one day gone.

And I wonder, really wonder

What might have been

What will be

And if you’re doing ok


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