You Are Gone, Long Gone; And You Have Forgotten. Poem by OWEN I.A. ROCHE

You are gone, long gone;
and you have forgotten.

I am alone remembering,
alone in that which was.

The night is dark and deep;
and sleep will not come.

I remember the words,
the words that are symbols.

I remember all things
that were true for us:

The arms and the lips and the body,
the outwardness, the flesh of love.

The dreams that were ours,
the dreams that are love's soul.

And the still thought comes:
One plus one is two.

But one less one
is less than nothing.