Gone

You're gone, but my feelings weren't

He was gone

Part of me already knew; the other half resentful to admit

Like the best dream you've ever had and yet woken up far too soon

Much like stealing candy from a baby; it was all too easy

Wishing it was him every time my dog barks

Hoping to hear his voice at the end of every unknown number

He's gone; but my  feelings weren't

Author's Note

An old write I stumbled upon in my journal

Reviews

[sinNsincerity]

We all have that special someone we wish we could just have a day with.
The one that has left the mental tats in our brain.
Great poem!
T.C.C.I.C