She's like a classic scene from a movie,
that will forever play on your head.
She's like a vinyl you'll always opt to,
for tunes to soothe the ache of your soul.
She's like your favorite book
that will always grace
the insipidity of your shelves.
She's your evening nostalgia
like a bedtime story
you'll never outgrow.

She's not supposed to stay with you,
and she didn't mean to anyway.
But some love just remain- unfading and still,
amidst the longest distance
this world can bestow,
amidst the most suffocating stretch
death can ever chastise.