Three years ago, I saw your face

Who thought it would be the last?

All that smiling, all that joy,

All of that seemed to pass.

Three years ago, I met you.

I never would have thought

That I may not see you again,

And since then, I have sought.

Three years ago, I cried.

I thought both night and day.

I couldn’t believe that you were gone,

As though you would have stayed.

Two years ago, I smiled,

And gave a nervous laugh.

But even then I knew

That you would not come back.

A year ago, I forgot,

And even enjoyed myself.

And though I felt guilty later,

I knew that it had helped.

This year, I am not sure

How I will or will not act.

Whatever happens, I do know

That I’ll continue, for a fact.

Three years ago, I wouldn’t believe

That I would ever go on.

But I have learned so much from you.

So I know you are never gone.

Written in memory of Pamela Bhasin, 1990-2003.