I wake every morning and face your ghost
A reminder each day what is gone
Another memory not lost, but archived away
To be experienced once more, redrawn
The echos in the calm from within, stir without
Evoking near choked back tears in the solitude
Another year is looming, a trip around Sol
Your memory rises with verisimilitude.
But what can I believe
And what did I create
Hoping that reality was a lie
Still no tears, despite the sorrow
A decade or more of denial
I still never told you goodbye.