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!