I Miss Someone

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman in my life. I allowed her to get too close to my soul. There was just something majestic about her. Whenever I saw her, it seemed that the sun would rise upon her. I remember how much she loved horses and how she loved to ride. The way she would talk to me, I would be lost in her. She would tell me how she was going to visit friends, or at a gathering where they would have a bond fire in the Fall of the year, what I'd given to have been there with her, just she and I. When we would talk and the time came to hang up, how tempted I was to ask her could I catch a plane to come to her? Time after time I regret in never asking for her number. How I wish fate would move on my behalf and allow our paths to cross again. Oh how I miss you Natasha. I wish the very best for you,