You're not here.
You're gone.
But your memories still here.

I reflect upon our lives and what you left behind.
Ad maybe, we will meet again, when its time.
But for the moment, you're my only thought.

You're not here.
I realize it more each day.
And I am glad your memories stay.

And I don't regret a single thing.
Except, seeing you lying in that coffin and your burial that day.