In the quiet of familiar places,
We feel the space you once filled,
A gentle ache that lingers on,
A friendship time can’t still.

Old friend, now part of the past,
Your laughter echoes, faint but true,
A whisper in the wind’s soft breath,
Always bringing thoughts of you.

“Sometimes you hit the bar, sometimes the bar hits you,”
You’d say with a grin, wise and wry.
Your words linger like a toast raised high,
A reminder of how you lived, unafraid to try.

Though years may dim the memories,
And days stretch long and wide,
You remain within our hearts,
A presence by our side.

Missed, yet never far away,
Your light continues to stay.

RIP
Leigh