[Aren't Anywhere]

I, who look up in heaven,

For a while have found

Earth is not familiar

Since you aren't around

Foolish things can make me

Start in sudden pain–

Early moons, spring evenings,

Bus rides in the rain

Someone's shadow failing

Across the floor –

Will I stop expecting

Your knock on the door?

Once small things enchanted,

Tulips, books, songs, teas,

Now I find no pleasure

In such things as these.

Coming down from heaven

Earth is strangely bare,

And I know the reason,

You aren't anywhere.