Gone

I wait, still as I've ever been.

When are you getting here, my love?

I'm lost, and in trouble.

My mind is in trouble, but I know 

that someone like you could fix it,

couldn't you?

Sometimes it hurts, and then I know 

That you'll never be here . . .

You'll never be here when it snows,

I'll never care for your cold,

or comfort you when our parents

have grown too old

to continue on in this tragic life.

When they're gone,

I'll be alone.

I'll have no one to remind me of you, my love.

Tell me, 

where have you gone?