FOR SOME REASON

She was a lady,
eligant and so refine,
Dressed in black,
White blouse,
Hair tied back,
I offered her my seat,
Bus was full,
Soft thank-you in return,
There was something about her,
This mature lady,
She looked so perfect,
One day she sat beside me,
Words we did exchange,
She became my friend,
Many journeys we did share,
Always flowers in hand,
For her brother,
She told me he was dying,
The last time i saw her,
For some reason,
I held her hand,
She thanked me,
Will never forget that day,
I loved her in my own special way.