Gone
You're gone now,
and I wish that you'd come back.
I hope and pray, each passing day;
That you think of me, as I think of you.
In my sleep and when I eat,
And hope that maybe someday you'll want me,
or maybe you won't.But if you do,
I pray it be soon,You left me in tears,
and I may cryfor years.
For if you don't come back,
I shall be lonely forever.
Copyright ©2009 Barbara Goulding
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