I don't remember her but..

I don't remember her face, but I remember how her eyelashes trembled in silence, how the words froze in mid-sentence, leaving traces in the soul

I don't remember her eyes, but I know that a distant spring flickered in them, and the sky melted from her gaze, and it became light inside before sleep

I don't remember her hand, but the warmth of her touch remained in my heart, as if the world at that moment stood still and listened to the whisper of the wind and the secrets of moments

I don't remember her face, but my memory preserves the feeling of a miracle: there is a meeting that lasts forever, even though it will never happen in reality