Remarkable

Someday a new
Tenant will move
Into the room
You left vacant,

That room within
My heart that’s been
Empty since you
And I parted.

No more will its
Walls be adorned
With the portrait
You left hanging,

Echoes of your
Voice will vanish,
And give way to
New sounds.

But till that day
You will remain
My ideal
Woman

The yardstick by
Which all others
Will have to be
Measured.

So far they have
All fallen short,
Which is remarkable,
Given how short you are.