Gone

~ Harlan Didrickson 

When missing becomes 
gone the longing 
of same expires
evaporates like summer 
showers barely leaving 
a mark maybe 
a lingering pinch
barely a sting
for time numbs
almost every ailment 
all that’s left
is some far
off melody maybe 
a bell in
some faraway town 
rarely heard unless 
the wind’s right