Where did you go, my tiresome burdensome friend? Have you gone to pester some other hapless heart?
Did you not notice me packing in the night? I could not find you as I put my things where they belong.
I do not long for your accompaniment. Nor do I desire your council. But I had more room on my shelves than expected. By accounting, I found you missing.
What a pleasant surprise
Is this foretold sunrise.
The place where you have died,
My old friend, “Fear of Demise”.
By His Grace