and what of you when she went away
when she slipped from view that cold dark day
did a part of her remain perchance
remnant of your swirling shadow dance
and what of you when she came back not
when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot
did a piece of her lodge in your heart
remnant of your mind’s work of art
and what of you now since she’s been gone
when with her she took your brilliant dawn
and what of her since she slipped from sight
when with you she left her beloved night
and what of her since she went away
when from you she left ‘fore judgment day
and what of you
and what of her
now
now
that she’s
gone
and
you're
both
all
alone
what of you
what of her
.
.
.
