He ran his fingers over the sheets were she had laid down the last night she had slept in his bed and he wept uncontrollably and he rembered everytime they had touched and kissed and tangled limbs and wove in and out and over and under each other.  He remembered being caught off guard as she walked through the door and he felt the world stop and time freeze and he knew somehow and someway she was the one and through random acts of luck she took his hand and they walked out into the night.  At one point a complete stranger observing them asked how long they had been married and they both laughed and she lied and made up a number.  Everything moved in slow motion blurs as their hearts raced in sync and she lead him into the hours between dreams and love and sat him down on her couch.  He remembered their first kiss full of hunger and lust and the promise of hope and how each time their mouths parted clothes slowly peeled onto the floor.  He could still feel her breath on his neck and how even on that first night she wasn't just entwined with his flesh but had slide into the skin of his heart and buried herself into the marrow of his soul.  She had the tragic grace of beauty and a melancholy magic in the curves of her smile.  They both knew before the sun broke through the slight crack in the drapes that they had fallen deep into the madness of love.  
He remembered everything, her every scar, her every story, her every wild whimsy, the hours apart,  the moments together.  The Valentines day at the cheap motel with the heart shaped tub and the chaos and mayhem in her eyes as they twisted and contorted limbs and whisperd and moaned in short breaths and quickened pulse.  
And now he sat in the bed that would always be empty of her and he traced the spot where her heart would never beat again and he wept clumsily as the image of her beneath soil and earth burned through all the places she had lived within him.  He cried ugly and heavy tears deep into the hour of moonlight and despair.  And he didn't have the strength to curse god or plead with the devil and he lacked the courage to pray for his own death.  The tears gathered into puddles and the puddles turned into lakes and slowly the room was an ocean of grief and he sank to the bottom of this sea of misery and there under the weight of these waters of sorrow she was waiting for him.  She was the blur of a dream and half mermaid and half hummingbird and all the lunacy of the moon bleed from her smile and before he could speak or move she pressed her finger to his lips and then slowly leaned in for a final kiss.  As there lips pressed together he felt her heart beat slide over his tounge and down his throat and fall into rhythm with his own.  She pulled away and slowly faded and a calm peace washed over him and slowly the sobs and tears stopped flowing and he fell into the hours between dreams and love where he knew he would always find her dancing madly in the black flames of eternity.