Back To Her Again

Wherever I go, I think of her.

Anything I do, I also am reminded of her.

She's always around me, but usually just in my thoughts.

The thoughts of her might be brought on by a woman that passes by with long, healthy black hair.

Sometimes I see woman on the television, who has a similar smile, but nothing's quite as comforting as hers.

Another time there was someone also on the television that had her eyes, I couldn’t look away.

One time it is was a young woman at the gym that reminded me of her, just by the tone of her skin.

If I hear a slightly raspy voice of a woman, I remember how her voice is so very sexy, it makes me melt inside.

Rarely, there will be a pretty woman, so pretty, that she doesn't need to use any make up, my thoughts go immediately go back to her again.

Another time was when a woman was riding down the street on her motorcycle, that too got me thinking of her.

These thoughts of her are mostly amazing, but sometimes I dwell on the reality of it all.

Knowing that she's not going to be with me deeply saddens me.

I suppose all I can do is treasure those memories of her and I.

And make as many of them as I can, before I'm sent away.

I can't be around as often as I wish, but at least in my mind I can try to be a little closer.

But whatever happens, my thoughts always come back to her again.