The Agony of a Lost Friend

The losses tug at my heart, With a force never congruent with materialistic entities. Even as two replaced two, Comparison vestigial and always untrue. The crease created below the essence of survival, And his continued sustenance of effort to that maintenance, Never can be begot by penance. Inducing such short-lived moments, since only possible by also-rans, Resolute sustenance rendered him unmatched yet tainted glory, In my world-windows. Was he adept at calm and storm and blunders galore! Alas! Revisits remain mired in lore.