A Conversation - Ben Whishaw

We haven’t spoken in so long, dear

This year has gone by in a blur

Today seems everything’s gone wrong here

I’m looking for the way things were

I know you’d laugh and call me tragic

For everything’s in disarray

These rooms were always full of magic

That’s vanished, since you went away

This house is crowded now with questions

Your John’s a walking questionnaire

And I could surely use a few suggestions

On how to brush our daughter’s hair

When Georgie needed explanations

You always knew just what to say

And I miss our family conversations

It’s silent, since you went away

Winter has gone

But not from this room

Snow’s left the lane

But the cherry trees forgot to bloom

I’ll carry on the way you told me

I say that like I have a choice

And though you are not here to hold me

In the echoes I can hear your voice

But still one question fills my day dear

The answer I’ve most longed to know

Each moment since you went away dear

My question, Kate, is-

«Where'd you go?»