Spring

She was gone, i could still smell her hair on the pillow, but she was gone.
I actually knew, she is that kind of girl, who just appear and in the morning, you are not sure, if she was just a dream .. except empty bottle of wine a lipstick on the glass.
I`ve had bells ringin` in my head and I needed shower. Just messed up your life and go .. typical.
I knew in next days I`ll be looking for her in the town, i`ll see her face everywhere. We will never met again.