Lively poem

On a false love story that lasted for a short period of time but had an effect on me.Writing it from his perspective...

"I never loved her, but her absence evoked my thoughts every now and then. She was no longer by my side. I couldnt run my fingers through her picthed black hair and I couldn't feel her soft skin. Her name was in every scrapped paper when unfolded , crafted in my mind and poetry. She was physically gone but by comouflaging her in words , powerful and elegant ... I knew she will live and live long she shall."

Author's Note

I'd like to hear from the audience what they truly think of the poem and if it needs any improvements.