Time does not bring relief; they all have lied who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss you in the weeping of the rain; I want you at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side,and last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide. There are a hundred places where I fear to go - because your memory haunts me at every turn. I enter with relief some quiet place where you never ever went. I say, 'There is no memory of you here!' Then it hits me that you will never create any more new memories with me. I then stand stricken, missing you so much.