“Since You Are Gone”
Since you are gone, forbidden days remain.
And, strange, the sun still kindly lifts its head.
Sleep walking through the day may ease my dread
But, slumbering at night seems so inane.
Since you are gone, I play with the profane
but curse the words from you who is quite dead
before his time. Death took you from our bed,
diminished your bright life; snuffed out the pain.
Since you are gone, there’s mysteries I ponder:
how I, so near to you, still linger here.
I begged for mercy’s stroke for you, yet wonder.
My well is dry; my tears fail to appear.
No fiction warms my parts and still I squander
my days, forbidden, near your shadowed bier.