We Met Too Late

I sometimes go through my old memories
Like an old person might go through a photo album
And I think of all the moments most precious to me
Of how much better they would have been with you in them
I sometimes work so hard to believe that you were actually there
That I can't remember the first time we met any more
With each passing day there grows an older memory with you in it
Our first kiss
Our first date
Our first day of school
Our first word
Our first step
So much so that in life we had only a few years together
But in death we had a lifetime
And all I have left are my memories