Not a day goes by without remembering youEveryday someone or something reminds me of your smiling faceOnce in a while a kind stranger brings back memories of your compassion for othersEvery now and again, seeing young lovers take me back to Ennis and JackAnd I wonder why the sudden sadness, the wetness in my eyesThen I remember the love denied, the love lost, those movies you never made.My only consolation is the young lovers' future made possible by your legacyMy only consolation are the movies you made I yet have to seeThe memories of Brokeback Mountain sweet and clear and pureOf you.