I miss her laugh, the kind that touches the lines around her eyes.
I miss her love, the kind she extends to everyone around her.
I miss her positivity, the kind she exudes as she splashes through every storm.
I miss her energy, the kind that allows her to jump in on anything.
I miss her eyes, the kind that shine bright blue and full of life.
I miss her, but she will come back.
Her laugh will touch ears again.
Her love will be shared again.
Her positivity will swirl through the room again.
Her energy will last the week again.
Her eyes will spark with life again.
She will come back.
She will be scarred.
She will need to be loved.
But she will be happy again.