She was the moonlight on my tear stained skin in the middle of a breaking night. She was the blood that dripped down my legs at the end of a tear streaked day. She was the cool mist in the air in the beginning of a cool spring morning. She was birds singing, night swimming, and the smell of a forest at dawn. She was the love of my life. And now she is the tears on my cheeks at three am, wishing that she still loved me.