gone but not forgotten

Stewart Street in December, Ottawa, ON

I miss her. I know she is gone and when I think about it, parts of me begin to come undone.
I can't imagine that that smile will never be seen again, only pictures are left to fill the emptiness, mending with an ease of comfort for that something that is missed.
It doesn't feel quite right, knowing that I'll never see her, memories lingering in my heart. Though I knew the day would come, I will always wish for more time, not that it would make missing her less hard.
She had a kindness about her, unlike any other that I've known. From her I learned so much, so much love was shown.
Sometimes it still catches me, a moment when I forget that she is gone, it catches me and makes me mourn once more for this amazing woman who we've lost but not forgotten.