I reach out to touch her hair, but there's nothing there. Only an empty space like always. Oh, how I want to kiss her, and hold her. How I miss her. Everyday I try to think about all our good times. The times we laughed together or just sat together appreciating each other. But I can't seem to remember those times anymore.
Did they really happen? But then, just as I am about to cry It slips my mind that she didn't ever exist.