It’s Hard to Think Your Gone

Not a day goes by
without me thinking of you,
I turn around to have a word,
then remember your not there.

It’s hard to think you’re gone,
and we’ll never meet again.
I can still remember all the days,
and the happy moments that we shared.

The loneliness I feel
could drive a man insane,
oh what am I to do?
Will I ever be the same again?

The sun rises in the morning
to start another day,
and the heartaches begin again,
to dominate every waking hour.

Sleep brings no relief,
as my dreams are all the same.
They are all of you
and the things we used to do.

It’s hard to think you’re gone,
and we’ll never meet again.
No more will we ever share
all the little thing as we used to do.

12 April 1993

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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