The light is gone from her eyes

There will be no more gentle purrs in my ears

My friend is gone

And I am left with only my tears

For the last five years she graced my life

The way a fine porcelain work of art

Edifies the mantle it rests upon

And gives even the coldest room a heart

She was my best friend and confidant

I whispered my deepest hopes and dreams

To her in the middle of the night

How long ago it now all seams

To make her happy

Being near me was all she seemed to need

She lived her life as if I was her life

As if she were a thirsty traveler and I was mead

Now, I am alone

She is no longer at my side

Her pillow is empty

And all I want to do is hide

From the pain her absence will bring

From the lonely hours ahead

I scream out to God,

How can I go on with Itsy-Bitsy dead?

Time will scar the wounds over

In time life will seem to move on

But I will never be the same

With Itsy-Bitsy gone.

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