For He Is Gone Poem by Daniel Karmy

For he is gone
Far from this life
Indeed, non existent
Yet bearing of no strife may I be

The rain glimmers as it glances its way
Down the window pane
And the boom of the music I hear in the background
Distracts my attention ever-more.

But distraction is welcome; ‘tis a way away
From my heart's still grief
If only for today

Dripping. Endless. Carefree and despairing
Goes the water upon my window.
And with beauty, and free indeed does it come
Yet worsen the plight of one such as me.

For in spite of its beauty
And that of all else
He is gone.

As gifted and as gracious as may be my life
I cannot feel
For he is gone.
Disappeared. Vanished.
And of course, most disdainfully of course,
He is never to return.

And I, most agnostic be I,
Can know, of course,
That I am never to join him.

I did write once of a ‘thunder silent mime'
Thus, this the path of my life has become
Though more akin to a broken clock; forever out of time.

And every time the bell is tolled in the city nearby,
May there be one toll of the bell for every tear I cry
In the pain and the depth of the despair of it all.

For gone is the one upon whom I could call
In times such as this;
Who in the past would make giants look evermore small
In the past which is gone; in a time of bliss.

But now he has departed this world, and so with it, my heart
I remain as a being, of life just now started
In which he played miniscule
Part.

So perhaps safer be it to cease my reminiscence;
Perhaps safer be it that I do not start
To contemplate simply my own existence without his playing
Of a part.

For the life I lead must be my own; for I cannot stop long to grieve;
For I must allow him to go.
For now and for ever more.

But he is gone. And my heart also and hence with it my
Existence.
Without this man I cannot live.
And as the broken clock continues to tick;
As on his bed, this man grew ever more sick -


And as he saw the dimming dark din of the lights
Blow out, bow out one final time

That I saw in his eyes a reflection;
Of the quiet and solemn
And peaceful and thunderous "goodnight"
Of his life -

- And of mine.