A Hole in the World

I remember…
…how cute you looked when you would take a nap snuggled up with Mr. Bear.  I miss sweet moments like that with you.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, Pulitzer Prize Winner for Poetry, (1892 –1950)
Where you used to be,
There is a hole in the world,
Which I find myself
constantly walking around
in the daytime,
And falling in at night.
I miss you like hell.