After You’re Gone

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after you’re gone
How will i go to work?
who will i phone?
to talk through the silent evening
after you’re gone?

you’re part of my life
a piece of my tapestry
on what rock
will my castle rest
after you’re gone

time will turn
but without hands
how will i eat
without my day on your dish
after you’re gone

you’re the only place
i can put myself
no hopes or dreams
can fill my tumbling days
after you’re gone?

This poem was written/submitted by Bianca.

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