The void you left in your wake

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The strings keep ringing,
the last chords you played;
The wind singing,
the last song
sung beneath the full moon.
And the tears flow
now where once
love blossomed.
Now,all is gone.
Over.
Forever.
Gone.
Now all that’s left are
memories swirling
at the bottom of
the glass,
memories of the time
gone by
and the whiskey still left
in the bottle.