I write a poem

This is a poem because
Because I miss you and
Today I miss you more, 
Seeing your picture, one
Taken years before your
Illness changed you, when
A walk on the ramp to or
From our river path was
Your favorite way to spend
Some hours, when you 
Were strong, and active,
I miss you in that before
Time, but you know I also
Miss the Burt of the last 
Years, the five years that
Swallowed you whole, and
Took power, thought and
Reason from us. Years in
Which you struggled with
Loss and I struggled with
Losing. Today I miss all
Of you, Burt. The days you
Were strong, the days I was.