When You Are Gone

What will become of me
When you are gone?
Will it be different to the last time?

How long do we have left?
Are our days numbered?
I wonder about this all the time

No-one can say
You tell me “live for each day”
Your wisdom divine

So when you do go
I’ll try not to follow
My memory of you enshrined

Claire

Amateur poet (33f) who has an interest specifically in mental health, music and cooking. Looking to connect with and resonate with others who experience difficulties in life due to mental illness and difficult life circumstances, through poetry.

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