It was the way you smiled;
How the ends of your full crimson lips rose to press a tiny crinkle on each side
And how your eyes lit up brightly,
Putting every star in the midnight sky to hopeless shame.

It was the the way you ran your fingers through your hair,
How you'd absentmindedly and effortlessly dig your fingers through the locks of your beautiful hair
And how every out of place piece was what made everything more in place

It was the way you looked off in a distance,
How you'd seem to transport yourself into some place else
With your cheek resting gracefully against the cup of your palm;
Wandering, imagining, thinking, recalling

But most of all it was the way you said my name,
And despite the countless times that I have been called upon,
Only the way my name was sung with the lashing of your tongue
And how each syllable sprung out of your throat as though each had been meticulously entwined,
Stringing together to form my name
My simple, meaningless, unworthy name
Had suddenly become such a marvelous enchantment
From the touch of an angel

I loved you;
I truly love(d) you
And every tiny bit of you
Allowed me to embrace you with an honest pouring heart and open arms.

k.m.