A memory

Your name is still in my phone.
You are still a friend
on Facebook,
but you are gone.
I hope against hope
That you will somehow call
or text
or send me a message.
But you are gone.
Still I see your name
everyday.
I want to call you
or text you.
I want to send you a message.
But that window has closed,
never to be opened again.
I have memories.
Memories of you
and our conversations.
Your jokes
and your laugh.
You left on your own terms.
And soon I will follow.
I will be a name
on someone’s phone.
A friend on someone’s Facebook.
A memory.