Gone

When the wind whispers my absence,
And the sun mourns my passing,
And the moon hides in sadness,
And the stars blink out to join me,
Then will you accept?
Will you accept I'm gone?
Will you believe I'm not here?
Will you miss me?
Or run back to her arms?
Because she "understands" you.
I understood you,
And now you must understand me,
Understand that I am no longer here,
No one here to understand how you truly feel.
Do you still not believe?
Even when you where the one who found my body swinging from the old white oak tree?
I'm gone forever,
Nothing you say will ever bring me back.
I'm gone.