Irish Goodbye

The pulling void, the place that companionship plugs is back, and it's okay.

It was in their leaving that comfort came, I know this now as I look back.

I couldn't see it before, even if I had wanted too.

I took for granted and dipped greedily, yet gave as much as I got.

His laugh, longing eyes and trusting ears are gone now.

A part of me knew he wasn't coming back.