untitled – 16July

I blink, and I see her face.

The piercing sparkle of her eyes.
The softness of her cheek.
The warmth of her smile.

I take a slow deep breath.
Lingering on her subtle scents.
Lavender. Bergamot. Jasmine.
I gasp and close my eyes.
Hoping not to waste the memory.
Within a moment, it is gone.

I open my eyes, and nothing.

Was she a dream?
NO! She was real.
She was. She is.

The dreams come again.
And often.