The Fading Scent of Perfume

In the deepest memories of my mind, 
There is a place to where I wish to go. 
Remembering a woman fair and kind, 
I miss her more than she will ever know. 
And yet, I still find myself asking how 
It is we could have passed each other by. 
Although, I cannot think about that now; 
She disappeared without a reason why. 
The air is still, and she has gone away; 
I sit and wonder where this woman went. 
Hoping we meet again another day; 
For each moment with her is time well spent. 
Now, my tearful eyes scan this empty room, 
That’s filled with the fading scent of perfume.