Crashbox

And I miss her soft hair
Her cigarettes and
Bony hips
Her cheek on my chest
And
Smiling lips
It's not enough
To paint
Her image on my eyes
Or search
The wind for
Her voice
The leaves
For her sighs
I miss her silky hair
And a gift
Of weeping eyes

-A. B. (0-1:0-04:)