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                                                      John G. Sutton                      John G. Sutton Reads
                                                                                                                  The Poem I Was Gone. VIDEO CLIP.
 

                                                I was gone this morning

                                                When I looked in the mirror

                                                 To comb my hair

                                                 In the living room I searched

                                                There was no one in my chair
 

                                                I was gone this afternoon

                                                As  I tried to dry your tears

                                                It's so hard

                                                To see you crying

                                                For those long ago years
 

                                               I was gone this evening

                                               As you went to climb the stair

                                               Then you turned

                                                But didn't see me

                                                My footsteps trod the air
 

                                                I was gone in the moonlight

                                                As the silent silver shone

                                                Then I heard you whisper

                                                My name

                                                But I was gone.

(c) John G. Sutton 1999.