My friend is gone.
When I came into the house a few minutes ago, for a few seconds I saw her waiting for me.
But she wasn't. She's gone.
The bed she warmed for the last 5 years will not be the same tonight. She's gone.
For only the second time in 5 years, she won't be interrupting my sleep by moving around. She's gone.
She won't try to make me put down the book I'm reading to pay attention to her.