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His suicide

Makes everything

Seem half-gone.

He wasused to be everywhere.

On the sides of roads,

Out over the water,

Among the statuary,
At all our gatherings.

But now he’s not.

I used to think,

Once I thought,
If I were to lose him,

If I were to lose her,

If I were to lose this,

I’d be gone.

But that’s not correct

Turns out,

It’s only half-gone.