And then…

he was gone


he took with him

his voice

and crooked smile


his welcoming eyes

and calm purpose

to all he met


he left behind

his favorite hat

a pen for writing

a few books

and a cat and dog

that still look for him


sorrow fills in hard

the void at first


flooding cherished

memories into corners

of what remains

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