Roy Swanson Poet I do not know?

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.

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