Just is

She appears in a room, in a car, in a small park, anywhere in my mind, in my heart, never she departs. 
She drifts in whenever she wants or whenever I want her. 
There one in the same, I never let her go. 
A vision caught, a brief moment in a dream, a fleeting glimpse. 
Sometimes it's her, sometimes it's not...but it still is. 
A symbol, something I recognize, something obscure to others...but obvious to me. 
I feel her...I see it's her...it just is...