In a dream you were there, it was real
I could almost see the wrinkles in your skin,
Images so vivid still
Perhaps the next best thing to being there
Is knowing where you are
Though I cannot cross the chasm
I believe you're moving on
God, if you can hear me,
Take this lump out of my throat.
It seems I only laugh in photographs
Of melting snow and video but oh
This is my favorite time of year.
At least it used to be when she was here