Now you're gone.

  
I would be lying to myself
to say it didn't matter
My heart would be deceived
to think it didn't shatter

The tears drip down my face
and the moments drag on
Despite promises you speak
I feel that you've gone

The knot ties tight in my throat
it sticks firm with tears I can't swallow
Though I wish I could ignore it
Your absence makes my stomach feel hollow

© copyright by Michèle Aimée Lahaie, 2010