When I’m Gone

When I’m Gone

When you’re gone I miss you like a gun
misses dejected bullets.
Like a young dear misses its mother —
I am lost in the woods.
I yearn and ache, starved
hunger pangs. I cry
like a baby left cold, no blanket;
my favourite toy snatched away.
When you’re gone, I am a shrew
with no burrow, an orgasm with no release,
A bloody blanket, a misfit,
an anomaly.
I am an elephant, trunk taken
for an ivory ornament. A dusty candle left
on the mantelpiece. Without you
I am a forgotten hymn.
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