If you were here

If you were here If you were here I wouldn’t be here. My dignity would not be trampled over so By children My soul wouldn’t be so sour over little things And my haert wouldn’t be so heavy over Lose of so meaningless a thing as is my sense of self. I am a nobody, I know that. A dog’s being is better than mine And its broken haert is of far greater value than mine: I know that. But even a dog has a coat on it. Am I that naked now that you gone?