Living each day
Lisa Kitson
Now I am gone, now I am lost to you
Find me again just as you use to do:
In the house – when you go from room to room you’ll find
The bits and pieces that I’ve left behind.
In the street – of course…I’ve stopped to window-shop;
You carry on, my love, I’ll catch you up.
At night - as darkness slowly fills the sky:
I’m late; don’t fret; I’ll be there by and by.
At morning – when the sky is still blue-black,
I had to go out early: I’ll be back.
In sunshine – as you peer into the glare –
A shape that seems to be both light and air.
In rain – as you look out and people pass –
One leaves a reflection printed on the glass.
In the garden – when you doze away the hours
I pass with a smile on my face, and my arms full of flowers.