I miss her

I miss her.

Oh god, how I miss her.

I miss her delicate hands, how they would cup her chin when she was thinking.

Or how they would perfectly intertwine with mine, sharing her warmth with me.

I miss her dainty wrists that flowed into her arms that always had the softest embrace.

I miss her small back that would curl up against me in her sleep, like a cat.

Or how when she'd walk in front of me, her back against the world, made me want to go out and conquer the world for her.

I miss her long legs that carried her to me, no matter how our day had been.

I miss her mouth that would talk to me about anything, no matter how trivial or deep it may have been.

Or how when she'd smile, the whole world went from monochromatic to full color.

I miss her cheeks that would dimple when she laughed or smiled, freckled from the sun.

I miss her voice that would make any song she sung beautiful.

Or how when she'd laugh, she would make others around her laugh as well.

I miss her eyes that, no matter how happy she was, there'd always be a little sadness in.

I miss her hair that framed her face, completing the person I fell in love with.

So when I found you, I wept.

Your hands were lifeless like a doll's, yet the same ones I put a ring on.

Your wrists were cut, releasing your life blood into our bathtub.

Your back that was recently in pain, now supported your lifeless frame.

Your legs were hidden within the bloody bathwater, never to carry you to me again.

Your mouth was twisted in a small smile, that held both sadness and happiness.

Your cheeks that were full of life, were still and pale.

Your voice would never be heard again, except on recordings.

But that wouldn't be enough for me.

It would never be enough.

Your eyes were peacefully closed.

Your hair now framed your lifeless face.

Yet your arms held the crying child that led me to you.

You fought valiantly, my love and I will tell our son that.

His mother did not lose in the end, she won.

She won by having him.

And she will watch over him, protecting him.

My love, rest well.

Rest well knowing that you brought our son into the world.

And that I will never love anyone the way I love you.