I've never been the same since she passed away,

time seems to have slowed or stopped, like me, 

a broken clock, hands stuck at ten-to-ten, 

the time she went, leaving behind a legacy 

of loving memories that I continue to pull around 

to every lonely room whose walls still call her name

 

and return to root myself to stare at her beauty

in a frame that has become a shrine, a screen

projecting slides of golden moments of our past, 

that invite me down into blissful reveries, where, 

once again, we laugh and sing and dance and kiss

oh so briefly for, all too soon, she slips from my grasp,

leaving behind just the lingering taste of her tender lips 

that gently whisper, "forget-me-not"