Gone

Her long brown hair flowed through my fingers,
Like silky strands rooted into my consciousness.
Her small but nimble hands have touched my heart,
In a way no one else could.
But then she had to move... and she was gone.
All thats left is the memory,
The feeling of love,
The emptyness in my arms.
The love is still there.....
The only problem is.......
She isn't

Andrew Lee Thorpe