Sometimes you have to depart from something you love to know it's true.

I reach out, but he's gone.

Gone.

The word hits me and sends me reeling.

Gone.

It echoes in my mind.

Gone.

It took me this long to get it.

Gone.

I won't see him again.

Gone.

I break down, falling.

Gone.

How is he gone?

Gone.

Tears slip down my cheeks.

Gone.

He's gone.