SHE’S GONE

She’s gone.
Now she can’t help me think about things like she used to.
She’s not available to fight and make up with.
She won’t be angry when I’m late.
I saw her the day after we’d said goodbye. I was wearing something different from usual was walking head down happened to look up she was coming towards me.
We smiled and didn’t say anything as we passed each other on the street.