I made a mint julep today
And thought of you
You who are a ghost to me
You who cannot be reached
By any method I espouse

I thought about when
I had this drink beside you. 
The agitation 
I thought I heard in your voice
The tenderness 
I thought I saw in your gaze
The worst part of knowing you
Has always been the not knowing.

I looked out the window
Took a long draught,
As my father would say,
To your happiness,
And spit it out in the sink.