it was something out of a dream,
that it was something that had not really happened to me,
but it did,
and for the moment it was good,
it was very good.
and I was happy,
at least for the moment,
for the day,
until it all slipped away,
and I am left with little more then just a memory.
there are times,
when I think on her,
if I close my eyes,
I can almost smell her perfume.