Gone - Susie Marcol
Of late, it seems I miss you more,
When quietly I lay
Upon the bed that we two shared---
Occasionally by day.
Our hopes and dreams inspired once
By the union of our souls.
Are nought but happy memory's,
Which between us two unfurled.
All the things we planned to do,
The things we said we must.
Are now just like you my love,
Gone,- and shortly turned to dust.