She left my life just as quickly as she had entered. The last time I saw her she was sitting on a mattress on the floor putting on her shirt. The next day she took a flight back to LA, leaving her apartment and taking nothing with her. It was late spring when she appeared, letting out the apartment above mine. We hung out together all that splendid summer. We ate, watched parades and went to the railroad museum. I photographed her when we sat in the sun in the park.
I have the photo's now and a lot of good memories. Occasionally I sit and wonder whatever happened to her.
