And So You'Re Dead

And so, you're dead now- I know; I feel it in my depths But if you are really gone away alone, to the far, far country known as death, Why does it feel that you should be here each moment, beside me? And so, you're dead now; Your things dispersed like leaves, All blown away, distant corners of the world, as I grieve: Though my heart keeps busy, thinking of things; maybe you're just hiding, growing some wings then to come flying, back to me again. And so, you're dead now And I can tell myself, that you're never coming back Because I know; no matter how much time may pass, I'll always feel that certain lack: It takes some time, to learn this new 'alone'; that it occupy the place, once known as 'home'.