Without You

The world is so strangely devoid without you.
It's hardly much more than a shell.
The heavens remain so annoyingly blue.
But why? It's a mere bagatelle.
The blackbird is singing alone in the yard.
I don't want to listen, he's trying too hard.
The world can be happy and beautiful too -
yet empty, without you.

It's cruel that without you the spring can be blessed
with beauty so matter-of-fact.
The magpies are blithely improving their nest -
they could show a little more tact.
And why should the limes shade that long avenue,
if I am unable to walk it with you?
The hawthorn is wearing its white wedding dress:
purposeless, meaningless.

The world is so strangely devoid without you.
It's hardly much more than a shell.
The heavens remain so annoyingly blue.
But why? It's a mere bagatelle.
The blackbird is singing alone in the yard.
I don't want to listen, he's trying too hard.
The world can be happy and beautiful too -
yet empty, without you.