Making emends...

You’re gone.
He is gone.
They are also gone.

So many lovers, so many friends…
Gone, all gone.
So many people that could be…
Gone… all gone.

I am not sure why. I am not sure how.
But I am guessing it would be my fault.
I am guessing that I was gone.

I was gone a long time ago.
I was gone long before everyone else.
I was gone… all gone.

I am not sure where I went, or where I am right now.
I am not sure why I am gone.
What I am sure is that there is still time for love.
There is still time for me.
But, as they say, there is no more time for you
Time is gone, your time is gone. All gone.