Now That You're Gone

I love you more than ever, now you're gone,
The wind and stars reminding me of you,
The sea reminding me of you, the dew
Reminding me of how you worked the dawn,
Enchanting even the bright sun that shone
Into our window, warm and ripe and new.
Now that you're gone, the weather is askew,
The sun as dark as what it's shining on.

I've tried it, and don't like the way I am
Without you: it's a meaningless endeavour,
Not sensible, not even slightly clever.
Saying I'm fine is nothing but a sham:
I do care, clearly. I do give a damn,
And now you're gone, I love you more than ever.