my eyes fill to the brim in expectation of your departure
an empty chair where creativity and teabags once brewed
there's a void aleady
on the Web site, in the parking lot, the local coffeeshop
your peace, your mind, your spirituality have all colored our world a brighter shade
your name will always summon laughter, sincerity, dedication and talent
too many lessons to recount
there's a mark on my heart
left by your editor's pen
i'll hold it close to me
whenever i immerse myself in story
i'll listen for you in those paragraphs
and pass along the wisdom you've taught
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