Gone from you
is the charm and the humor
and the sparkle in your eyes

Gone is the Happy, the True

She took hold of you,
and left nothing for me to cling to.

And Gone is our kingdom!
that place we shared,
all those stones we carried
to build what would be the prettiest palace
in all of the cosmos.

It's in ruins now.
I visit it every day.
Have you seen it lately?
It'll be written away in the history books
as some heroic king's lost land.

There are no people dancing in the square
and no princesses swooning over handsome paupers
and no kind dragons to save damsels from peril
and no evil wizards casting archaic spells.
All of it is Gone.

We were going to rule the world!
take away the hurt
bit by bit
sit upon our thrones and make
life, a better place.

But gone are the things I _ about you.
Gone is the ability to speak the word aloud.
I loved You before Them.
I loved You before That Girl.

All I have left of it
is a whisper of something I cannot name;
deep down in an underwater cave.
I've been searching for a year now.
Come, now, help me find it.