Once in a while

She faintly appears,
every once in a while.
A bit blurred,
in a very ghost like style.

She smiles at me,
teases me,
reminds me of moments,
we shared in good times.

Sometimes, she just sits there,
staring at me.
Saying things you had said,
blissfully tantalizing,
lovingly irritating at times.

Her ephemeral presence,
makes my heart go high.
And then,
she bursts into smoke,
of the most mesmerizing aroma.

I take a deep breath,
and then I smile,
feeling the blissful ache,
of the heavy pile,
of eagerness, impatience,
to see you, to meet you,
that this ‘she’,
this loving ghost of your memory,
leaves me with,
every once in a while.