I WAS GONE
By
John G. Sutton
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
When 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.
© John G. Sutton 1998