Chrissy Has Gone Away Poem by Patrick Gavin

When I was younger, I discovered beauty for the first time
Beauty was yellow, and red
and smelled like bubble-gum
I was able to touch beauty once, maybe twice
But when she touched me, I will never forget
I can still feel her wet lips touch my cheek
The explosion of galaxies transferred from her warm body
to mine
Nothing has ever felt like it since

Now, beauty is gone
before she was hardly seen
Yes, we still have Mozart
We still have stories of the parting of the sea
We still have mornings after a rain
Evenings without TV
Anniversaries on a dock under a bridge
Museums, libraries, and coliseums

But this life has taken the life
of my beautiful, darling Chrissy