Somehow. (A poem)

She ran out into the dark, walking in between the thick trees that grew in her backyard.
Looking around at the garden, the pond, the forest, none of it seemed familiar.
Sure she could walk around the entire yard with her eyes closed, but it held no memory of him.
No trace of his image ran through these trees.

She closed her eyes and tried to picture him again.
She knew every detail of his face, all the clothes he had ever worn, but as she looked at this mental picture of him, it still didn't seem real.
She wished she could go back to the times where she could lose herself in his eyes, his laugh.
Where he would say her name, and her heart skipped a beat.
Back to the field, back to pure joy in seeing him.

She wished she could see him, here, now.
No imaginary talks, no fragments of old memories.
She wished she could see him again, somehow.