Ever missed are friends
Whenever they have left us,
Emptiness remains.
If Spring, or Winter,
They, into our lives, have come;
Whether far away,
Very close at hand,
Or in person, never met,
We still will miss them.
So many have gone;
Some, so very long ago.
I wished their safety;
Drank to their success;
But keep, so very deeply,
My wish to see them.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
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But seeming capricious in her sadness. The uncertainty of it kept me, at times, from reading her work; always I feared it would unceremoniously disappear.
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