I sit and wait, and gently stare,
at the space you left, right over there.
Your heat persists, as warmth resists,
the chill of parting, a nightly mist.
A gentle cloak, came with the night,
as I wait for dawn, and dawn's first light.
I'll see you soon, my dear friend,
let not this parting, be the end.
(miss you already Ben)