Imagine a woman.
Imagine a park,at night,in spring when the world sings.
Imagine a sky bright with stars that invite you to them.
Imagine you,as you would be,with a suit and flowers.
Yellow flowers,her favourite.

This woman stands by the moon and her sillouhette gives you glimpses of her eyes and her lips.
The scene is a painting,greater than any ever created.

You walk up to her,you have a million words to say to her,words you have spent a lifetime preparing.
She is the love to end all loves.

As you come up beside her,you pause,fearing that any sound,and move will make it all vanish.
You watch her,you watch her shine in the light.

Imagine her smile when she sees you,the joy in her eyes that lights up her face.
Now see the eternity in her eyes,see your life and hers together.
It is beautiful,so beautiful that the flowers in your hand lose all color and sky and stars fade away.
And all that is left in the entire world is her.

You know her.
She is your dreams and she is your passion.
She is the reason you were put here.No other thing can justify you.
You know you were put here to love her,to care for her.

Imagine the love you feel.
Imagine the pure rapture that surges through your soul.
Know that this is the moment that all your worthless life you have prayed for.
Know that this is it for you,it doesnt get better than this.

Now.
Imagine the stars falling.
She is fading.NO.
The leaves and the park dissapear around you.
She is fading.
IT CANNOT BE.
She smiles at you.
Imagine the air as you grasp at the place where her smile was.
Imagine standing alone in the dark.
You are naked,and you still clutch the flowers,so hard that it you cant let go.
These were hers.
Imagine never knowing the smile she gave you as she faded away.
Imagine an empty place,below your heart and above your gut.
Never to be filled
All you have is the painting you created in your mind,to be hung on your wall at home.

She is no more.
Imagine that.