Early Works - She’s Gone Poem by David Harris

The sound of silence
hangs over every room
she has left without reason
has gone I know not where.
I tried my best to keep her
but my best wasn’t good enough.
Though she’s gone her essence lingers
near the shadows of the room,
her perfume freqrants the air
and it feels as if she’s still here.
I’ve tried to think of what to do
with the emptiness in my life,
but no answer comes to me.
All I can think about
is the way things used to be.
If she came back today,
I’d welcome her without hesitation.
I wouldn’t question her leaving
I’d accept any explanation,
but she’s not coming back
today or ever.
Now I’ll have to pick up the threads
of what life there is left in me.


2-3 October 1984