Cloudy skies.
Dark sheets.
A smile.
Warmth.
A kiss,
Another.
A reason to exist.
Lover.
Beautiful.
Bright.
Kind and gentle.
Someone to talk to.
Someone to hold on to.
The person I feel most happy with.
Crank up the music,
Dance in our underwear,
Drink red wine,
and call it a night.
Walk around town,
looking up,
at the buildings.
A hand to hold.
Steps to pace.
A shoulder to lean on.
Thrill,
and excitement.
Someone different.
Someone better.
The one.

I suppose none of that matters now.
Cause all you are is
                              gone.