The paths you once tread
are empty.
Your presence is missing
from my sphere of existence
Leaving a hole.
The vacuum starts to creep in slowly,
Its emptiness rushing in to fill the spot you left.
The world has turned topsy-turvy.
Another friend gone,
Another perspective lost,
Another hole to be unfilled
Another missed goodbye.
I can only hope you are happy
whereever you are
And may you spread your wisdom
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