The Memory

 She sits her eyes closed struggling to see his face. She is frantic,  trying to recall an image of him.  Picturing in her mind all the places they went so she can visualize his face in her mind.

Her head begins to hurt, her heart is beating faster. All she can recognize is an outline of his features everything else is a blur. Why is he a blur, she asks herself, tears streaming down her face. Why can't see his hazel eyes, his beautiful smile?

She quickly glances at the dozens of pictures she has displayed of him. She looks at the pictures clearly seeing  his face but it's not the same, she can't truly feel him looking at pictures. It is only when she is seeing him within her can she truly feel him.

She craves being able to close her eyes and see his face, his smile inside her mind, to feel the connection to him from deep within. She closes her tear filled eyes again to see him and drifts off hoping she dreams of him.