There was something
truly special about her,
something that made
my spirit come alive.

Maybe it was her fresh smell
or the taste of her lips,
& her touch was so authentic,
even angelic.
When she hugged me,
I felt free,
sacred.

Then in an instant,
she was gone,
a ghost
who left me
all alone
& it hurt me to the bone.
I felt like cold stone,
it made me miserable.

And now years later,
I think I finally figured her out.
I guess she had to let me go.
She had no choice,
it was the only way
she could be like me,
so free & alive,
so practical,
so courageous
& oh,
ever so lonely.