Gone
© copyright 1996, John L. Batzer, Jr.
What have I done?
Can it be my fault?
Why is it I who is blamed?
I know nothing,
But for the fact,
That the love,
Who was just with me
Is now gone.
I can think of nothing,
That I have said,
That I have done
Or that I have thought -
To make her leave
So hastily into the night
Making me feel cold and hollow,
Knowing that she is gone.
There were no
Parting words,
Goodbyes said,
Not even a wave.
I woke up in a bed,
Alone, confused, dumbfounded
At the time I was not sure,
That she was gone
I wish there was
A trace of where
She might have run
So that I might join her,
Or maybe something
That I could hold on to . . .
To remind me of the time
That she was not gone.
But, they don't exist
And I must walk this ground
Alone, confused, dumbfounded
Wondering where she is,
What she's up to,
What she's thinking of . . .
Does she even know that I miss her
Now that she is gone?
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