I can see her walking up the front walk and through the front door.

It is early evening, dusk. The weather has begun to turn but it is not yet cold out. I can see the overnight bag she carries in her hand. I am standing at the front door, the warmth of the lights behind me spill out on to the front stoop.

She looks up at me and smiles and as always that smile lights up her soul, her eyes twinkle and my heart fills.

I can feel my arms wrap around her. I can smell her intoxicating smell. I can feel myself hold her face. Our kiss is passionate and full of the strength and urgency of people who have been apart.

How can I see something so clearly that will never happen?