My friend has been gone, he passed away from this world forty one years ago at midsummer.
His absence could have never impacted my life so seriously, but that gone fact only must be kept so durably, in no extreme reminisence, only at being kept so in stalemate continuously.

Only has been gone as plain matter has kept been held in my mind.

My father has been gone, he passed away from my home thirty years ago at middle of spring.
His absence could have impated my life for the first, but gradually its feeling has been made so necessary, in no passionate reminiscence, only at being held so in stable settlement so unchangeably.

Only has been gone as even mentality has been set in my mind.

My walking fellow has been gone, he passed away from my hobby site, one year and eight months ago. His absence could have never switched my daily habit, but that gone fact must make me learn so empty at only feeling absence of somebody in no changing my routine so drastically.

Only has been gone in never exciting joyfulness felt on my mind.

Dead ones modus ponens could never be at change, only nothing could be accompanied with these facts, but synchronically, alive our feeling makes paralel to all deseased ones' time in no exceptional switch, so just lazily only time is consistently running. 

My life must end another day, its true meaning could never be interpreted by anybody, but just all once alive things must converge at the same current, only it must be universal truth.

Only has been gone keeps to be made everlastingly, at this transition, anybody temporarily is allowed to stay at kind of fantasy as plain breeze just passes through every landscape.

(Nov. 14th. 2020)