Early Works - She’s Gone

The sound of silence hangs over every room she has left without reason has gone I know not where. I tried my best to keep her but my best wasn’t good enough. Though she’s gone her essence lingers near the shadows of the room, her perfume freqrants the air and it feels as if she’s still here. I’ve tried to think of what to do with the emptiness in my life, but no answer comes to me. All I can think about is the way things used to be. If she came back today, I’d welcome her without hesitation. I wouldn’t question her leaving I’d accept any explanation, but she’s not coming back today or ever. Now I’ll have to pick up the threads of what life there is left in me. 2-3 October 1984