Again, you fade from view
and I am overwhelmed by
such unique sense of loss.
The pressure of depression
kept firmly at bay by your
presence, returns; its impact
wholly undeniable, and I
become lost in the crushing
reality of the moment and the
ever-present emptiness that
will surly follow in the
relentless days ahead.
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