In a dream, you were there
It was real
I could almost touch the wrinkles in your skin
Images so vivid still
Perhaps the next best thing to being there is knowing where you are
Though I cannot cross the chasm, I believe you're moving on
God, if you can hear me, take this lump out of my throat
Seems I only laugh in photographs of melting snow and video
But, oh, this is my favorite time of year
At least it used to be
When she was here