The silence seems awkward now that your presence is absent
Everywhere I go is a memory, each place has an attachment
An intricle part of our daily routine
From morning until night time, death will not erase your permanent being
I close my eyes and recall each moment throughout the years
Whether they be good or bad, I feel every single one as they exit in my tears
Death is a part of life, that phrase is definitely an oxymoron
For our moments that we shared together, will continue forever, to go on and on
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Yes. I miss so many people that have gone away. Thanks for the words. Write on..... 
