Now that you've gone
Now that you’ve gone!
I wash my sore soul sweet by
Fraying imaginations
Of precious love-
Our very acts and not
Exaggerations
Without ease, but truelly slow
For these truly we had shared
That of my good were yours
And yours were mine
And my bad I’d endure regrets
From your lovingly reprimands
I didn’t argue, I didn’t hate you
But I’ve bore you as my only
Heavenly pearly, a mentor gift for me
But now that you’ve gone,still
Your path I stroll ease
Now alone, pale and lonely
Now that you gone!


