I'm old. You passed several years back.
I live half remembered life as my memory
is robbed a little more each day.
I have the ticket stubs from our first date.
The Graduate. I always see me in the back
of the church at your wedding pounding
glass wailing your  name begging you
to be with me when the light goes out.
You're always beside me in bed at dark.
I smell and taste and hold your ghost.