I Was Gone Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

WHEN I WHISPER THE WORDS
YOU GOT THE MEANING
AND YOU SAID IT BACK
KNOWING MY TIME WAS ALMOST UP
AND THE HOUR GLASS IS ALMOST EMPTY
CAUSE WHEN I FELL YOU PICK ME UP
WHEN I HEARD THE NEWS YOU COMFORT ME
AND WHEN I CRY YOU WIPE MY TEARS
WHEN I GOT WEAK YOU
CATERING TO ME
WHEN I LOOK FORWARD AND STARTING TO SHAKE
YOU HELD ME CLOSE TO CALM MY FEARS
WHEN THE PAIN GET WORST YOU HELD MY HAND
WHEN THE DOCTOR SAID LESS THAN A YEAR
YOU HELD BACK A TEAR WHILE COMFORTING ME
AND WHEN YOU LEFT FOR A PACK OF SMOKES
I WAS GONE