I think of her softly, the way she moved and the things she said. Even now, she moves through me, even as the rain softly falls on the windows. Someone said you should love, yet I want to tell them to go fuck themselves, for love has broken my heart into a thousand pieces. Yet, still, I sit and think of her, the little ways she made my day bright and happy, how we talked about everything. I miss her sunflower soul dearly, for her soul calmed me through my many storms. Me, alone with my broken heart; I keep the sadness close to feel her. Sitting in my seat; on the train, her face and eyes come to me as the rain turns into icy pieces of snow.