I cant help it you know,
holding her close...
Feeling my world tilting,
feeling her warmth melting...
Its not just her body I held,
its her memory thats killing me.

Oh darling, every minute of closeness,
every second of being apart.
Your dreams burn in me,
you are alive, held in my heart. 

Oh Isabella, this ghost of you,
is a sweet prayer, my melody. 
My numb fingers remember,
the past beneath, as cold December.

Oh Izzy, the lost passion of mine,
flying away with nothing
but a piece of my heart,
with you as you now depart.

Oh my love, my fallen angel,
how I miss the ghost of you...
And your warmth etched forever here,
as my fingers create your memoir...

I was reading Pianist by @ chimchimicorn

and it inspired me to write this. Let me know what you think
and also, check out the book, its worth it!!