A Day Less Than A Century

[Brownlie]

A Day Less Than a Century  

It feels like a day less than a century
When I last called your name
I blew the dust off my memories,
To see they hadn't changed  

I could close my eyes this very minute
And visualize your visage  
Although it’s been a lifetime
The image looks so vivid

And in the back of my mind
Your touch it still remains
Along with the sound of your voice
The thoughts will not decay

Your absence seems endless
All I have left are memories of senses  

It’s senseless

I would fix the punctuation, but the idea is a good one. The phrase "A day less than a century" has no sense that it refers to.