Ways She is Not Gone

How is she not gone? Let me count the ways.

Well. Perhaps tomorrow I will say
One. I see the flowers she planted twenty-five years ago just down the road.
Two. Her phone number still flies off my fingertips.
Three. Her picture is my desktop background.
Four. The friends she introduced me to still remember me.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
Eight....

But tonight, I cannot get past zero.