One of my early poems- Gone

It’s a funny word,

One syllable-gone

Denotes a presence that’s since moved on

Points me to an empty chair

The friend I had no longer there

Our contact is now in the past

A testament that nothing lasts

The happiness we used to share

Another part no longer there.

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