She

She would smile and laugh at your every joke.
She would sit beside you.
She would listen.
She could just be a voice
And you eagerly await the next phone call.
She could be decisive, firm and strong.
But she is always gentle, sweet and childish.
She would never leave.
She is never too far away for you.
She could do crazy things:
Cry over the phone
Divulge her secret love
Sing and hum
Dance
Hold your hand.
Or she could just be herself,
You would want to discover.
And when you do
Suddenly
You have your own crazy stuff:
Her portrait
A poem
Tokens of love
Sweet nothings
Or your own heartbreak.
You would miss her
And you would see her.
And there she is still.