Where She Used To Sew Poem by Ricky Randall

Where has she gone?
I would visit that room 'most every night
But now I know she's no longer there
That is to say, if she ever was

'Darlin', darlin', ' I would whisper
And so would she, as if we could be
Like before
God took her away from me

So often I'd be up there
Like a phone call to Heaven
And not a quick one
I'd stay on hold
To hear her luscious voice
I would stay in that room all night
Where she used to sew

And we would talk for hours
Until she left me alone in the daylight
To sink into the void
Then walk down those creaky stairs
I always told her I'd fix
To get myself a black cup of coffee
And sit alone in the kitchen

In that time you'd think I'd recognize
What was so horribly wrong
But when the night came
I was okay again
She was there
And I would listen to that voice
I would stay in that room all night
Where she used to sew

But now I just don't know
The room is quiet
My head even more so
I thought I was okay
Thought she was there
But I was wrong
Where has she gone?
This isn't right
This is far from okay
She was supposed to haunt me forever