Where My Love

Where my love, have you gone
Should I call out your name, are you too
Far away to hear my voice.
 
Would you know my name,
Am I any longer a familiar voice
Would you turn your head or look away.
 
I held your hand as it grew cold
Your familiar touch was lost in a moment
Your eyes held a stare as if glazed with time itself
You were there but then you were gone
 
You slipped away without a sound
Where, my love, have you gone
We had talked of this many times before
I always thought I was prepared
 
I was with you, together, now I am alone
Did I see you or did I blink
For that moment, that instant, I had not prepared
Where, my love, have you gone.
 
by Danny Bazil Riley
     Awarded the The Dubose and Dorothy Heyward Society Prize