In memoriam of Eerie

Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain

present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing

in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.

Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.

I wish I could send you a message
and see your avatar in green
I start to realise.... your evanescence.
For you're never to be seen.

I think I start to realise,
you will never post again.
A profile of death in disguise,
an archive of back then.

Indeed, it is eerie.
It is eerie in my quietude,
ghostly, blank... I stare in
your quotable stanza viewed.

Literature got enriched by you.
You left something worth the reading.
Rest in peace.... Heaven needs you.
Otherwise.. was this world so worth the quitting?