A few brief moments of hope.

Was it you?

Were you there?

A gentle passing touch

Tendrils of sudden scent

Familiar voice?

I smell your hair

Taste your lips

See your eyes

But no.

You're gone 

and all I have is memory.

Good memories, 

fond reminiscence,

but none that can be new.

Evocative scent and sound:

temptress of memory.

Traitor to reality.

You're gone, long dead.

All I have left are a few hopeful seconds

of delusion and memory.