You left me fifty years ago
  but I still write to you today

Feeling those things that never age
  as my thoughts have turned to gray

You walked out never looking back
  and left me standing there

My heart in pieces, the future gone
  with no one left to care

New days have come, old days have gone
  the seasons change and weave

But in every memory I see your face
  —your eyes still closed to me

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)