In Absentia Poem by Mary Champion

They tell me you're gone,
but it cannot be true.
The world would be empty
if it didn't hold you.
So, though I can't see you
or touch you my friend,
although I don't hear you
it can't be the end.
I know that your spirit
will always go on.
Whatever they tell me,
you cannot be gone.
I know beyond doubt
that the essence of you
is part of creation
whatever we do.
I miss you, it's hard to explain
just how much,
and though, for a while,
we will be out of touch,
and there may be
some sad lonely tears to get through,
I know, in my heart
that our future holds you.