It is not what you think. It is how she sunshines my days and steams my cold days. It is her smell in the morning, and her body in the shower. It is the soft of her lower lip and the mess of her hair. How she holds me, how she sees me, how she tastes me. It is the moon of her skin and the notes in her humming. Cause we danced, we drank, we made love. We fucked, we slept and we broke bread. It is the warmth of her touch. Her tears, her falls, her laugh. Her complaints, her moans, her smiles. Cause there is nothing, absolutely nothing like her. Broken perfection, every beat in my heart.