Gone

Gone, he is never coming back

Gone, the sky has turned an inky black

Gone, the world’s become an empty place

Gone, now I’ll never see his face

Gone are his eyes of brown

Gone is his wrinkled frown

Gone is the smell of musk

Gone the thrill of morning lust, now he’s

Gone, there’s a hollow in the bed

Gone, now I wish that he were dead

Gone, are the days he spent with me

Gone, now that I am finally free

Gone are his desperate pleas

Gone, when he was on his knees

Gone, the hollow I love yous

Gone, the never-ending blues, now he’s gone

Gone, the bell has tolled its final peal

Gone, was our love so very real?

Gone, the crow has called its sorry song

Gone, now the man is truly long gone

Gone is the golden dawn

Gone are his looks of scorn

Gone is the misery

Gone, the times he laughed at me

Gone, the threats of suicide

Gone, my hope to be his bride

Gone, the throes of ecstasy

Gone, all the jealousy, now he’s gone