Girrel

She's the place where my heart goes,
She provides the balance,
She's the person cheering me on at the top of every steep climb,
She reaches into my soul as effortlessly as taking my hand,
I need her to linger much longer than the message she wrote on my bathroom mirror.
I'm not ready to wash away her scent just yet,
And I don't want to move her things just yet,
These reminders of her confirm how lucky I am.
She makes sense like a eureka moment over and over.
She excites every spec of matter that consitutes me.
She does this naturally.
She's so much more than this,
And she knows.