[How she's just gone.  How her absence rings truer in the presence of the context in which she belongs.]

[How the loneliness of missing her is compounded by the fact
that she was the person in this life who would have been able to lighten it.]

[How the places that comforted morph into reminders.]

[How the line between love-for-love and love-for-purpose is drawn
with as many peaks and descents as a machine upon which a life is measured.]

[While the living life still lives.  Even if only slightly.]

[-L (9/10/12)] 

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