If I No Longer, Have You Poem by Mark Heathcote

Loneliness, was I contrite that night
When all I felt was emptiness
When river, panning out my heart.

I pretend I'd found my golden nugget.
Whilst; down there on bended knees
I watched a disk of moonlight drift away.

She went with you my Paper Moon
To what price is silver or gold?
What good is all this ghostly rhetoric?

If I no longer, have you
My fool's gold to have and to hold.

If I no longer have you
Chasing my back; with your brambles
Poison ivy charms, this golden mocking night
Who'll find me?