surreal.

there she was, standing at the shop i was in, barely steps away;

so close i could reach out and run my fingers through her hair;
so close her scent was intoxicating, maybe even instinctively instigating;
so close..so far.

and she was waiting..

lingering, with her unpinned hair flowing down her back;
lingering, with that placidity arising from her that seems almost intrusive;
lingering, her pulchritude so astounding, 'twas a mental torture not to look her way;

and then just as suddenly our eyes met, she vanished;

p.s.  how i wish it was a mere dream. not a repressed regret.