every once in a while...

every once in a while, I remember things.
every once in a while, I think of things.
every once in a while, things come back to me.
every once in a while, I close my eyes

a simple smell, just a hint of vanilla, and suddenly the clock rolls back.
time goes backwards, and things are what they were, and I'm happy.

i close my eyes, and we're together, sitting on a bench at the park,
watching the kids play, and talking about nothing.
the smell of her perfume floats in the wind while the sun brightens her deep blue eyes.

but as the wind blows, the smell fades, and reality comes back into focus.

and as my eyes open, she's gone.
I'm alone.
all the technology doesn't help, or at least not for long.
a phone call, an email, an instant message, all let me hear her voice or read her words.

but I can't see her eyes,
I can't smell the perfume in the air,
and I can't do anything but wait.

because every once in a while,
I get to see her again.
 

(this is dedicated to a very special friend who's never far away no matter how many miles are between us)