I leak.

I miss my friend Bill Marshall.
I miss hearing his term of endearment, "damn it, Kathy!"
I miss his laugh.
I miss his teasing.
I miss his wisdom.
I miss his practicality.
I miss his high expectations.
I miss seeing his pleasure at a job well done!
I miss my friend Bill Marshall.

His absence creeps up on me most unexpectedly.

I don't mind my own decay but death sucks.
It leaves a hole in me.
I find that I leak a little more each day.