She Was Gone
I could feel this coming before it came-one
week she wrote me less-the next, not at all-
No calls-No visits-No letters...
She was gone
And a great sadness over shadowed my life-
Each day that silence worked on me-I wanted
nothing as much as to be in the same room
with her-to hear her voice-to see her smile-
to hold her hand but...
She was gone
There were times that I believed my
passion for her-that obsession-only
flattered and enlarged her-That somehow she
thought she was better than me, just
because I loved her so much. I'm not sure
if Sharyl ever knew how much I craved her-
how my longings and desires for her-somehow
ate away at my very soul-I wanted her,
simply but...
She was gone
I asked myself-How could this end?-I needed
that passion I felt for her-to be without
it-was to in some way, be dead-Now I just
lay awake at night-and long for her-
overcome with pity for myself.
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