I keep a picture of you on my phone,
But it's not the one you'd think ––
Not from the night when we met
Or of your goofy grin,
But the one from after your death.
I wasn't there. Never got to say goodbye.
And sometimes I forget that you're gone.
So I keep this picture saved to my phone
Of a face so withered and old ––
Barely recognizable, but it's all that I got
When you were all that I would have ever needed.