I wish I knew her

She is the most beautiful woman I never met.

I miss her hug even though I don't remember it.

I never how much I needed her until I needed her so much.

What was she like I wonder sometimes, most times, well.... all the time?

How can you need someone you never had?

How can you miss an embrace you can't remember?

How can you forgive someone that did nothing wrong?

The soft feminine voice saying " I am here" is lost to my young memory.

Only the whisper of a memory waking next to her.

But is it real? Does it matter?

I'll take it!

Q