The best

 She used to be my "She",

She didn't belong to me, but it was she, 

for me, if any asked, I'd say:

- "It's her"

My she.

But she no longer is.

And I miss how I  used to say.

My girl, my good girl,

my lovely girl, my queen,

my empress, my girl.

She never belonged to me,

but she was with me,

and I loved her company.

I'd lie if I say I don't miss her.

I do.

I wish you the best.

I wish I were the best.