It’s not that you’re gone.

But that I think you’re still here.

It’s not that you’re far.

It’s that you’re not very near.

…

It’s not that you left

But you’ve gone far away.

It’s not that you’re silent.

It’s that you’ve left us to pay.

…

It’s not that you cry

But that I can’t keep dry eyes.

It’s not that you’re confused.

I’m tangled in ties.

…

It’s not that you’re lost,

And I’m suffering attack.

It’s that you’ve left me for good.

And you’re not coming back.