What will I do when you go away?
How will I spend the long hours in the day?
What dreams will haunt me in the dark night?
Who will comfort me when I awaken in fright?
Wherever I go you won't be there,
Or when I call out to you in deep despair.
The words that I speak, you will not hear,
Or understand why I am crying, Dear.
Nothing again will ever be the same.
In time, I will stop saying your name,
But in that time left before I depart,
You will always be held deep in my heart.
Theone DiRocco, Author
