Gone Poem by Sara Jo Andrews

Called forth from years ago, many times
I heard you say the words I long to hear.
But listen as I might, all I hear
Is the deathly trickle of absence of life.
The black snake of death ruptured the silent midnight,
It twisted its way in to my heart.
I stand with emotions twisted in dark ways.
Waiting for those words I long to hear.
Listen as I might for they’ll never come.
For you are no longer here.
-Sara Jo Andrews