Absence
F. Allitsen
Not in my life but yours I live;
And from myself I seem to be
As far away, dear fugitive,
As you are far from me.
Unlit by you, no light have I,
A fainting lamp that's fed by none!
The earth seems left without a sky
The sky without a sun.
Come back! come back! And with you bring
All that with you is gone away,
Warmth, light, life, love, and everything
That stays but where you stay!