My Memories

My memories are clear.
and now do implore,
why don't I have my loved
one here when I need her more?

She was my rock and who,
I relied on to talk to me,
about anything. Now she's gone.
Here I sit. No one to console me.

I know I hear those who say,
"Get over it", she's gone,
and your lot will be to
remain as you are, alone!