As I walk around unsure of my current or future direction, I am yet, ever, still, reminded of my 'former life' and all it was filled with. Someday, I must move from that place. Today though, I am sitting in it while planning my next move out of it and came across one of my poems. A gentle nudge to my inner self telling me I am 'still there'.



Gone

I have grown weary
Of the things I am hearing
I know tomorrow is another day
But I just want it to go away
And how do you know I just need time
Or that I care if the sun ever shines

He was mine for far too little
His love was far too big
My heart is much too brittle
There’s no where left to dig
To find the strength to carry on
To hold it together when you’re gone


You’re so strong they keep telling me
With my head in my hands I just weep
This too shall pass I've heard before
Would you say it again if it were yours
I’m so sorry, how did he go
They ask as if they want to know
I begin the story
Much too boring


His smile was the light I needed
His laugh the strength to stand
My heart is now depleted
I don’t know who I am
There is no strength to carry on
There is no together when you’re gone


He was sick for so long
Sicker still by the day
We had to have known
He was going away
No way to know when you stop feeling
No way to go on when you’re still healing

I don’t want to talk
I don’t want to cry
I don’t want to be alone
Or keep it inside
I don’t want to be here anymore
Don’t want to be anywhere when you’re

Gone