She didn’t need his comforting arms to hug her and tell her she was alright. She didn’t need to run her fingers through his hair hair one last time before he pulled her close for a hug. She didn’t need to feel his soft hands on her cheek before he kissed her.
She wanted it but she didn’t need it
What she did was to hear him sing.
She needed to hear his deep and comforting voice when she sang to her. She wanted his voice flow over her soul and fill in the cracks. She wanted to feel like they made her feel every time; like the warmth of the sun rays and the chill of the first snowfall at the same. time.
However there is only so much a body in a stone grave could do and singing her a song certainly wasn’t one of them.