I often wonder if she feels as bad as I do
If she can't sleep at night
Without me lying next to her

Or if she misses the feel of my lips as much as I miss hers
My senses replay what has been lost in my mind over and over
The smell of her hair, The warmth of her body, and the tenderness of the back of her neck as my lips caresses her skin in bed

When I am alone I can hear the echoes of her laugh break the silence that fills the void of this empty house
I wake I roll over excited to see her face, just to be disappointed when she's not there
I feel my heart re-break into a million pieces all over again

I miss her delicate fingers entwined in mine
I miss so much more than just her body though
The snort when she laughs sometimes, her high pitched yawns, and the frantic little sneezes she could manage

Her unaware raising of the eyebrow that just happens as a natural cause of curiosity, oh how I loved that so much
The soft biting of her lip when anger consumed her

I lost a lot more that day than I care to admit
A best friend
A lover
My soul.