She Was Gone

I could feel this coming before it came-one week she wrote me less-the next, not at all- No calls-No visits-No letters... She was gone And a great sadness over shadowed my life- Each day that silence worked on me-I wanted nothing as much as to be in the same room with her-to hear her voice-to see her smile- to hold her hand but... She was gone There were times that I believed my passion for her-that obsession-only flattered and enlarged her-That somehow she thought she was better than me, just because I loved her so much. I'm not sure if Sharyl ever knew how much I craved her- how my longings and desires for her-somehow ate away at my very soul-I wanted her, simply but... She was gone I asked myself-How could this end?-I needed that passion I felt for her-to be without it-was to in some way, be dead-Now I just lay awake at night-and long for her- overcome with pity for myself.