It’s been a while since you left,
And I haven’t missed you yet.
I don’t wonder where you’ve been,
Or who you might have met.

The sky’s been blue since you’ve been gone.
The grass is greener on the lawn.
The radio now comes in clear,
And the fridge, yes, is still full of beer.

Your mother called me up today.
She asked if you were still away.
“Yes, thank God,” was my reply.
She didn’t even wonder why.

Your dog you trained no longer howls.
I tore your initials off the towels.
There’s nothing left of you in here.
Not even my last tear.