My mind is plagued with thoughts of the one thing I can't have. She dances in the moonlight like it's the only thing she knows, gracefully leaping across the night. She laughs as though happiness is her only emotion. Her voice lifts through the room and into the heavens where she now resides. I hear it so clearly, it's like she never left. We sing songs of love and lost, harmonizing in a way only we can. Why did she have to leave? Why couldn't it have been me? What did I do wrong? She is the only thing I know, but she is gone. They told me she's in a better place, but the only place for her is right by my side.
I search for answers in the moon, in the music we used to listen to when I took her hand to dance. I search in the dark because the light of the day haunts me. I yearn to hear her one more time, to hold her hand and dance in the pale, moonlit room, one more time. I wish to make her dinner, to run my fingers through her smooth hair, faded blue from some dye she used years ago. I wish to kiss her, to feel the type of peace only she can bring me. I wish to sit with her in my arms once more, smelling the faint scent of strawberry and vanilla she always seemed to carry around. I longed to be with her again.
I may never stop looking, I will never find answers. All I wish is that she never forgets me. I will be with her in another life, comforting her, making sure she knows that I will be there through all of her challenges and triumphs. But I have to wonder one thing, do I yearn for a heart of love, or is my soul filled with that of obsession?

(Sorry for not posting at all, I don't really have a reason, sorry. I wrote this for a school assignment and had it read to the class, I got no comment good or bad. Everyome else got a "good job" or "it was good, but you could work on..." it was just silent. Can someone please tell me if that was a good kind of shocked silence, or a bad "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" type silence?)