When you get back
weary from the day
looking for comfort
I’ll be long gone.
When you wait for me
at the table on which
we broke our bread
I’ll be long gone.
When you look for me
in all the places
that we once shared
I’ll be long gone.
When you think back
on the good times
and search for signs
I’ll be long gone.
When you lie in bed
confused and bereft
wishing I was there
I’ll be long gone,
long gone
