HOW CAN YOU BE GONE?
How can you be gone from me when your face still paints a picture?
How can you be gone from here when I feel your presence near?
How can you be gone from me? It makes no sense. I know you’re here.
I hear your whisper in the air; I know your voice. You are still here.
I am not mad; your voice is clear. I hear your call. You must be near.
To me you are still everywhere. Your favourite chair still holds your scent. I walk the streets and see you there. The places that we strolled and went; the park, the beach, in town – you’re there.
How can you be gone from me? You can’t. The answer’s clear.
And in my heart I’ll keep you dear and of your loss I’ll have no fear.
You are not gone. It’s very clear. You’re here. I feel you near.
Copyright © J E BENNETT 2014
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