Industrial Poem

Music I heard with you was more than music
And bread I broke with you was more than bread
Now that I am without you, all is desolate
All that was once so beautiful is dead
Your hands once touched this table and this silver
And I have seen your fingers hold this glass
These things do not remember you, beloved
And yet your touch upon them will not pass
For it was in my heart you moved among them
And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes
And in my heart, they will remember always
They knew you once, o, beautiful and wise