I will remember you by your hair; the way it swung behind you as you walked, the way it tangled in my fingers when I kissed you hard, the way it frustrated you in the mornings because it never would stay straight.

I will remember you by your eyes; the way they sparkled in the sun, the way they drew me in even if we were across a room, the way you used them to get your way.

I will remember you by your nose; the way you crinkled it up when you got frustrated, the way it bumped into mine when we sometimes kissed.

I will remember you by your lips; the way they moved when you talked in such a tantalizing way, the way they felt against my own, the way you bit them when you were nervous.

I will remember you voice; the way it sounded when you reprimanded me for not taking off my shoes when I got home from work, the way it sounded when you spoke in hushed whispers when we were hiding in broom cupboards from your overbearing mother, the way it whispered my name.

I will remember you by your neck; the way it felt under my mouth, the way the necklaces I bought you fit perfectly, the way it always felt right whenever I needed comfort.

I will remember you by your arms; the way they wrapped around me tightly when you thought I needed a hug, the way they moved when you danced.

I will remember you by your hands; the way the feeling of your fingers against my skin made me shiver, the way they grasped at my face when we kissed, the way they fit perfectly in my own.

I will remember you by your hips; the way my hands always fit perfectly on them; the way they moved when you walked, the way they arched up when you were lying on your side in a way that you knew I liked.

I will remember you by your legs; the way they moved gracefully as you walked, the way they looked in those short skirts you wore when you wanted to drive me crazy, the way they felt under my fingers.

I will remember you by your feet; the way they curled against my legs when you were cold at night, the way you painted your toenails every different colour because you thought it was pretty.

I will remember you by the way you cooked eggs, always adding in a little bit of hot sauce when you thought I wouldn't notice. I will remember you by the way you looked at me as if I was the only one you loved. I will remember you by your laugh and your songs and the love you gave to me. I will remember you by your snore and your protests that you don't snore.

I will remember you as Victoire, my Victoire, instead of the corpse you chose to be.