Every morning I walk into my house, 4am, hungry, tired and lonely. Months since we said goodbye and i have had only her on my mind and no interest in any other girl nor laid in any other bed. I have trouble sleeping with out her, I wake up every hour hoping to awake from a dream and find her still in my arms as I breath her hair. Her body warm and wrapped by mine, tangled legs and arms traded. Nites there would be a little one that fights her for me, “my wawa, mommy”, her little red hair and chocolate covered face rolls into me throughout the night keeping me at the edge of the bed but happy and loved while blue eyes sleeps hugging the pillows that can’t replace the warmth she steals that only I give. I miss her. I love her.