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