Well he’s gone and I gotta tell ya <br />It seems eerie here alone <br />I kind of miss his presence <br />After all, I’m not made of stone <br /> <br />The sound of his voice ramblin’ <br />Isn’t droning in my ear <br />Subjects that I don’t care about <br />That he feels he needs to share <br /> <br />I’m kind of missing him, gotta say <br />Like the sight of summer flowers <br />But I guess I can’t miss him too much <br />For he’s been gone for just two hours!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunting-widow/