Blue Cat Tales - GONE

GONE


When she would kiss me

I would be
someone who I had never been,
all things and all men

wrapped up into one,

tossed into the sun,
who’s heat
was a joy to meet!

When we said good-bye
she would cry
and turn her rose-petal face away
- and I would want so to stay,

But I had to go
and did not know
that once I was gone

it would end the song.