When You Are Gone I Must Survive

when you are gone
i must find a way to find myself
another way
another way of looking at
an old house
another style of opening
the same door

shaping my lips to utter
the same word
in a manner
that despite the pain
another lovely poem
must be written

i shall wake at a different
time and open the window
that you used to open for me
i will look for the stars again
on a brighter flicker
on a sweeter twinkle