Moving On

I found her body on the bed that I laid.

Her hair was as long as I remembered it.

Her smile still honest as it once was.

Her dreams of waking up and seeing the world at dawn still a wish tucked away for tomorrow.

Her breathe still able to feel the chill of winter morning and feel the sharpness of each draw on her exposed lungs.

Her eyes still eager to spot the birds flying high in tandem on a fall afternoon.

Her skin still filled with music shifting through her body.

Her life extinguished itself, and although.

I recognize her, and I wonder who she is, what she could of been if not for the void that consumed her.