When I am gone

and when I am dead

people will be left

scratching their heads.


Why didn’t you call?

Why didn’t you write?

I can get up

if you call past midnight!


I say to you

as I oft have before

what would you do

if I knocked on your door?

If I had no home

would you take me in?

If I had no hope

could you make me grin?


The answer of course

is no, no, and no.

You have your lives

and it’s go, go, and go.


You have your life

in a faraway land

Please, oh just, please

let go of my hand.


~Marlies Vonn