They depart,
never to look back,
leaving an empty space,
a great, big hole of their Presence,
in my life.
The hole cannot be filled,
cannot be hidden away,
it is forever present,
a hole for every entity I’ve lost,
the departed; who shall never return,
so many holes they leave,
in my grieving soul,
a soul that bleeds,
and weeps,
is broken,
holding Memories of their Presence,
of Who and What mattered so much!
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