The depth of her eyes.
The color of her hair.
Black.
Unseen. But it's there.
Like love,
Like my heart.
Like the blood entering it.
Like the nights,
When we're together,
When we're not.
Like the fights,
When we break,
And again tie the knot.
Black.
Like the silence.
Like the chaos.
Like the calmness of the storm
That she was.