Gone

The garden gate still swings the same, The garden path stills winds its way, Nothing's changed in the trees and the flowers, Since the day you went away. The door still opens and closes And doesn't care that you're gone, The curtains still open gladly And the windows, to let in the sun The carpets still are lying, And the three- piece suite's in place, And the mirror in the hallway's said nothing, Now it does not reflect your face The fire still burns brightly, And the piano is still in tune, And the electric bulb when switched on, Still starkly lights the room The newspaper boy still turns up And the newspaper it does to, But he no longer posts that glossy magazine, That he used to bring for you And the chilled pints of milk, Safe in the icy packages printed blue, Have never asked why now they were bought for one, When once they were bought for two. The flowers in the garden border, Still lean and tremble and sway, And have long since forgiven you, For cutting some of them away And the bedroom clock ticks loudly on, Marking each passing hour, And the bathroom cabinet keeps secret its memories, Of watching you take a shower No, nothing's changed since you went, The wardrobe doesn't miss your clothes And there's no sign of my memories of you, I've hidden all of those And you won't come again, And we won't care that you do not, Me, my house and garden, Well survive with what we've got Or at least I thought it was so, Until last night through the open door, I heard my beds soft sheets crying quietly, Because you were no more