He’s Gone

Blanketed by sparkling skies

Cloaked in dreams romanticized

I felt a sound

A rumble in the distance

Grew louder with insistence

It threw me to the ground

I scrambled up my family tree

Sure its love would comfort me

Its branches reached around

But even as I clung fast

My fingers lost their young grasp

And I fell right back down

I ran across the darkened wood

Chased by ghosts of childhood

As dawn broke through my pain

And yet her clouds still hovered

My sunlight mostly smothered

By unrelenting rain

And as the sky’s lonely

tears baptized me

I could finally believe

There’s no more happy ending

No more fairy tale

No sense in pretending

He’s gone, he’s gone for real.