Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.
They say I should move on, but tell me, where?
Where such love as I have shared with you,
Such sweetness from such joy so many years?
There has to be some room for storing sorrow,
Some place to keep one’s undivided pain,
Where past can still be present, though in shadow,
And I can hold you in my arms again.
Ah, Shug! We will be together always,
Though you are dead, and I must live alone.
Time is nothing but an open window
To things more real, which you and I have known.
When we were married, we became one flesh;
So now in me you’ll not return to dust.