I miss her in ways words can't speak,
In the quiet moments when I feel weak.
When the world fades, and time stands still,
Her absence echoes, a hollow chill.
I remember her laugh, how it felt like light,
A warmth that melted the cold of night.
Her touch, so gentle, like a soft refrain,
A love that called me out of pain.
But now I stand, a man reborn,
Yet still, I mourn what's torn.
The person I was, the parts she knew,
The version of me that she once drew.
It's not the body, the shape, the skin,
It's the soul she touched, deep within.
She saw me before I could see myself,
Her love a mirror, a quiet help.
I miss her smile, the way she'd stare,
Like she saw the truth, like she really cared.
But now the silence stretches wide,
I face the truth, no place to hide.
The world has changed, I've changed too,
But in the stillness, I still miss you.
For you were the one who knew my heart,
The one who loved me from the start.
I miss the way she called my name,
The tenderness, the love, the flame.
But through the hurt, through the pain,
I'll carry her with me, again and again.
For even now, I find her here,
In the pieces of me, both strong and clear.
I may be different, but I'll always see
The love she gave, and who she helped me be.