After you're gone

After you're gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
After you're gone?
 
You're part of my life,
A piece of my tapestry.
On what rock
Will my castle rest
After you're gone?
 
Time will turn
But without hands.
How will I eat
Without my day on your dish
After you're gone?
 
You're the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my tumbling days
After you're gone.

by Nicholas Gordon