She was Monica

I remember

The smell of your hair

Coming in from the cold

After brief escape

From everything

And I remember your love

In your willingness

To kill for me

To die for me

Your blue eyes

Placed gently within me

And maybe your heart

And maybe your soul

I remember your laugh

I remember your cries

Lost in the pain of it all

Still living for us

If nothing else

And I remember your hope

Your hope for me to have better

Your hope for me

To be loved more than you were

To have life without regret

And I remember your name

And the sound of your voice

Still now

As the world seeks to fill the void

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