Missing 19

Walking the paths we used,
Every step an echo of happiness.
The ghost of you, a hole in
The fabric of my world
By my side, filling my life with
Your eyes, and voice, and
The soul of you, spreading over
Me like warm oil. Remembered joy,
And now this absence that
Crowds out all other things.

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