His smile,
Was all that she could think of.
His voice,
Was what she missed.
His brightly coloured eyes,
Was what she desired to look at once again.
His soft locks,
The locks that she could run her fingers through everyday.
His lips,
The kind that she could kiss any day.
His fingers,
Oh, how she wanted to intertwine her fingers with his again.
His sweet scent,
The kind that would make any other person addicted.
His soft, steady breathing,
How she longed to feel it again.
His beating heart,
How she wished to hear it again.
But,
It was all gone.
She could no longer feel it anymore.
What this poem means is up to you to decide...
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