Practically Perfect

I look outside the wide window, & I see green leaves & grey skies.
As I watch the small droplets hit the pane & slide slowly down, I think of you.
Usually I saw these sights whilst being wrapped in your arms, protecting me from the cold.
A small smile would play along my lips, as you’d sigh happily & kiss my forehead.

Sometimes I search the mirror, looking for what you loved most in my face.
A smile, in my eyes, as you would put it.
I’ve tried really hard, but I just can’t find it anymore.
Did you take it with you when you left?

I miss your warm touch, the feeling that it gave me.
Butterflies invaded my stomach, when you gazed at me that way.
You rather made me breathless, without any intent at all; just one look at you is all it took.
Why, did you have to go away from me?

I could talk to you about anything, everything.
And we’d lie awake for what seemed like hours; talking pointlessly.
But it wasn’t pointless, because we were together, & I cherished every moment we had.
Not knowing, that they’d be our last.

I place my hand against the cold glass & stare out as the memory floats around my mind.
I bring my hand to my cheek, brushing it with my ice-like fingers, it sooths me slightly.
When the phone first rang that day, it was the start of many rings to follow.
I didn’t want their sympathy, their apologies; they would never truly be able to understand.

I think that was the day the world stopped revolving; mine at least.
The beating of my heart stopped for a moment, & joined your heart’s more permanent fixture.
To learn that you had been part of an accident that took your life.
Took my soul away too, to maybe be with yours forever.

I need you to understand that there is nothing that could ever mean as much to me as you.
You were & are my everything, so handsome, so caring, so amazing.
It’s practically impossible that you were so practically perfect.
But you managed to find a way.