For Floodsy (Florian Plajzer)
Today I am missing you,
but you aren't gone,
just physically no longer present.
I know your spirit is close,
smiling,
warm,
and probably overwhelmed with the outpouring of love.
I feel you with every breath I take
every post I read
every picture of you I see.
Sunday you were still here,
but not there.
No reading in your voice did we hear,
no counting of the people did we see.
I will miss you always, and especially on Sunday.
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