Writing on the fog

She had always been the one who was there;

Like the sky, the fog, the trees.

The one who was there for you when you needed air;

For any beginning, and across the water.

The one who would always be by your side;

She was: exactly what she may have wanted to be for herself.

She was the one who would never leave you behind, no matter what;

Tracing the shape of your friendship, over and over again,

She was the one that you could always count on;

Translating her inner world into your outer one.

The only person that never let you down;

Simply moving the space around you, taking care.

She was your best friend, your lover, and everything in between.

No matter what happened, she would always be there for you to pick up the pieces of a confused mind, a broken heart or shattered soul and put them back together again with her love and words; to make sure that everything is okay in the end.

But now she's gone too soon from this world without a sound, and left behind a hole in your heart.

Like fluttering echoes drawing on all your books.