And Another One Bites The Dust

I could feel it slipping out of my hands and before it even hit the ground and shattered, I felt it inside.
Like the old familiar face you need to see when your feeling homesick and nothing else, no one else , no matter how similar, could ever replace.
Its a familiar face I will never know again, but will always be glad I had. It was always there when I needed it, my right hand.
Well on the other side of things, its a fresh start and a chance to find something else that will soon enough be familiar.