I found your diary for 2015

I found your diary for 2015
In my heart, I wish you were  at home
When sinners thrive, why are you not alive?
I saved your photographs on Google Drive
I may print  one,; your smile should long survive,
Though in the clouds, you valiantly will roam.
You never answer when I  call your phone.
Come back, my lover, criticize my poems