Did she turn
In the wind and sunbeams
And not even notice looking into the horizon
Or did she look at me and ask me over.

That unspoken absence
As too many stimuli dull reception
Before my fantasia of illusory kind words and gestures
While curiously preoccupied by the present.

New false memories
Of conversations in hallways
Prior to more diurnal fabrications and inventions
Which borrow turns of phrase from film.

I live this
Accepting imagination for reality
Seeing her leaning forward prompts an automatic reaction
To the ghost of this possible siren, unachievable.