I always remember having lost you,
Reminded when our storms paint the blue sky grey,
And all of the pain that I cost you,
But what hurts me are the sunny days.

Lying here soft by the window
My lover a doorway away,
And in a breeze the gauze curtains billow,
And I hear aloud words I never intended to say.

I see ghosts of the golden good memories that were.
Unbidden I wonder why you had to go,
And unasked-for the familiar stabbing ache stirs:

"I miss her," I murmur. "I know."