Cold winter’s wind
cut me to the bone today.
And I came to know that
it ain’t gonna be easy
once you’re gone.
I’m only getting to know you,
trying to understand your ways,
understand why your eyebrows meet,
what that back pocket pen is for.
And just as I’m starting to see,
getting a grasp of your being,
you’re leaving me on my own.
Too much time was wasted, at the start.
Keeping a distance, unsure of each other.
You have stepped closer
and became a friend of mine.
Now there’s no more time to see any more.
What will you do for Wednesday night Bingo?
A McDonald’s hamburger?
A night at the movies or a shopping mall?
Sure is gonna be different ‘round here once you’re gone.
Sure is gonna be strange.
Gonna take a long time
to accept your absence.
A long time to realize
you won’t be knocking at the door.
I’ll just keep looking
and expecting you to show up.
And I think we’re gonna miss
having you around.
And I think we’re gonna miss you
once you’re gone.
And I think I’m gonna miss you
once you’re gone.
Dedicated to Ed McKinley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem