Never a day passes that I do not remember. Yet, I must admit that it becomes more difficult with passing time To retrieve from my memory The precise cadence of your laugh, The intricate design of your features, The spring in your step. But never a day passes that I do not remember. I remember in the absence of things, The cheerfulness, The beauty, The energy, The passion you brought to life, The empty seat at the dinner table. I remember because I hurt for things that are no more. And never a day passes that I do not remember. I remember in the presence of things, The photographs, The funny expression, The quick trip down the garage stairs, Your favorite sandwich, The colors of life you enjoyed, The love stamped indelibly on my heart. Sounds grow faint, Visions fade. Sometimes I am frustrated by that, Then I remember that your memory Pulsates in every beat of my heart: Love keeps it alive. Never a day passes that I do not remember. And quite often When I remember I cry.