johndiii's Journal: [Original Poetry][0407] Gone Before

        (for Robin)

        You are felt
        in the warmth of the sun,
        and the gentle touch
        of the spring breeze
        But there is a hollowness
        in the world,
        a lack of footsteps,
        a place unfilled,
        a counted absence.
        There is no loss,
        from all you gave;
        the love of a friend
        in heart remains
        -- But no more to be given.

        (There is no loss, respecting what was given;
        But yet to give no more, this side of heaven.)

                                -- 7 April 2011

I would to have known you better.