Now That You Are Gone

Now that you are gone, there's no-one to tell

the small, inconsequential, trifling things 

that fill my days and thoughts – and serve me well 

to fix me to the earth. Well, who needs wings?

The time is not now for those high soarings.

Only, the daily trivia were sweet

in themselves, when I could come and repeat

the details into your listening ear.

I'm happy enough on my earth-bound feet,

but that I wish your step beside me, dear.