I may find closer friends But they will never match your wit They will never have your laugh
I may find someone else to love But they will never make me feel the way you made me feel The butterflies would not be as colorful
I may choose another sibling But they will never be as good of a compass that you were
The world may move on, I may walk forward Time marches on, the earth still spins But there will always be an empty space in my heart Where you once dwelt
Day 14 of the 30 day writing challenge Lacuna: (n.) a blank space, a missing part