First Night

a poem for Phelicity

            All the stars in the sky
            Should be dimming as they cry,
            You won't notice stars any more.

            And the sun, due back tomorrow,
            Ought to hide its face in sorrow.
            You don't have your sunshine any more.

            If the moon is up tonight,
            I'm resentful of its light,
            That's cruelly pointing out that she is gone.

            How dare the sky be clear
            When my baby isn't here,
            How dare it blast out colors with the dawn.

            When it should be stormy and it should be black,
            And the winds should be howling in pain.
            Don't they know my baby is never coming back?
            Don't they see there should be rain?

            No matter now what others may come after,
            No matter now how many came before,
            All the things of life, like loving and laughter,
            Are things I can't desire any more.
            It's you, and only you, I adore.


Oct. - Dec. 2011 by Sharon Goodman

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