Now That You Are Gone Poem by Ojok Isaac

Now that you are gone
All my hopes are tattered like rags
You went away with all those laughter
You carried all your good deeds

Now that you are gone
I have no friend to call
I have no friend to tell funny stories
Who will I yell at?
Or quarrel alone?

Now that you are gone
I'll be here alone
Sitting under a mango tree
Singing your name
Wishing the cool wind
Would blow back to me
Though harsh was your ways