Angela Trowbridge

Since You've Gone


In lonely tides we’d drift on by
Two wand’ring seekers of the sky.
I think of this and want to cry.
In moonlit fields we’d rest our hearts
When the journey was done, we drifted apart.
Where was your voice when you did call,
For hear it, I did not at all?
Since you’ve gone I’ve sat and sighed,
and dreamed of times when you would hide.
I couldn’t reach you if I tried.
You did not speak of your own dreams;
Your life was ripping at the seams.
And yet you still sang lullabies
and held me close when I had cried.
But quietly you snuck away,
to a safer place where you could stay.
I could not save your troubled soul,
I was a small child and did not know:
Your life was ending, so short and sad
The only mother I’ve ever had.


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