A lonely day,
in my bed.
Waiting.
Waiting for
hello.
I miss you.
Anything.
I'm sorry, she said.
Me too.

Before then,
we had nothing
but ourselves.
Laughter, holding hands.
Long deep talks about everything
and nothing at all.

My heart colder than the air of February
outside.
We didn't speak again.
At least-
for a while.

When she left,
my morals followed.
My head is lowered and
I am ashamed.

I have never loved another
quite like I love her.
Her eyes, lit the deep sky.
Her touch, could soothe the stings of one thousand suns.
Her laugh, seemed to carry my sorrows
away from me.

I see her in everything,
in everyone I pass.
Pieces of her.
In every song I hear,
a bittersweet memory.
A memory that stays
through my days and nights.
Her laughter is my lullaby.
Thoughts of her embrace
Shelter me from the cold.

And when it's time
for me to leave,
it's her, I know.
Standing at the shore,
kissing me sweet farewells,
and wishing me off.