A never ending river
Flowing inside of me.
He is dead.
And my heart cries out for him.
For his frienship,
His companionship,
For the presence of his caring spirit.
The grief of his passing
Flows into the river
Of the tragedies
I was already grieving.
The grief flows
And feels as if,
Unlike his life,
It will never end.
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