I hope you miss the colour of my eyes,

Dark, but glowing in the sunlight.

My hair, black as midnight ink,

Coarse, yet slipping like silk between your fingers.

My nose, small and round,

Gently nuzzling against yours.

My lips, full and pink,

Curved into a smile at the sight of you.

My hands, always searching for yours,

During the warmth of the day, and the cold of the night.

The curves of my body, peacefully next to you,

soaking the sheets with my scent.

Your happiness,

Because I am gone.