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.