Heard you have gone

I heard that you have gone
 To join my ancestors.
We'd see you from now on

In our hearts or in pictures.

All these fifty odd years 
You were to me but loss 
And as my own end nears 
From vacant fields across 
I hear your cheerless call.

Sometimes I have so longed 
To recreate a happier you
And seize up time, but all 
I recall is irredeemable pall 
Of pathos clasping you.