I waited for her twenty years,
for twenty years and more,
till someone said, \'she\'s dead and gone;
don’t wait for her no more.’
I waited, though, for ten years more,
for ten years more did wait,
till postman pushed, one snowy day,
in haste, my garden gate.
He fed my hungry letterbox,
a letter that I read;
writ by the hand of girl I’d loved:
the Gone Girl, who was dead.
She\'d wrote, confirming tragic truth:
Gone Girl indeed was dead!
But asked me, if I minded much,
an older girl instead.