When I stood behind her
In that mirror in her room,
We made a handsome coupling,
Just to us, or one, or two.
I loved her quiet beauty
And how she held herself.
I loved how she was whole,
And how she walked
With an unsure ease.
I miss her.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
When I stood behind her
In that mirror in her room,
We made a handsome coupling,
Just to us, or one, or two.
I loved her quiet beauty
And how she held herself.
I loved how she was whole,
And how she walked
With an unsure ease.
I miss her.
