When I Am Not With You

By Sara Teasdale
 
When I am not with you
I am alone,
For there is no one else
And there is nothing 
That comforts me but you.
When you are gone
Suddenly I am sick,
Blackness is round me, 
There is nothing left.
I have tried many things,
Music and cities,
Stars in their constellations
And the sea,
But there is nothing 
That comforts me but you;
And my poor pride bows down
Like grass in a rain-storm
Drenched with my longing. 
The night is unbearable,
Oh let me go to you
For there is no one, 
There is nothing 
To comfort me but you.
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