The Fading Scent of Perfume

In the deepest memories of my mind, There is a place to where I wish to go. Remembering a woman fair and kind, I miss her more than she will ever know. And yet, I still find myself asking how It is we could have passed each other by. Although, I cannot think about that now; She disappeared without a reason why. The air is still, and she has gone away; I sit and wonder where this woman went. Hoping we meet again another day; For each moment with her is time well spent. Now, my tearful eyes scan this empty room, That’s filled with the fading scent of perfume. © 2012