[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)]