A love poem for my dead soulmate. Your body freed your soul in 2006. Since then you haven't left my side.
I saw you.
I saw you and you looked you,
with your curls, and your tan skin,
your eyes, and your gentle grin.
You held me.
You held me and you said it,
"I love you now like I did then,
before my timely death."
I felt you.
I felt you and you were here,
in my life, not in my dream.
It left you,
Your body died, unbound your soul,
and now I'm yours, and you're free.