Mike's Space

Last night, I dreamt of you

The brilliance of the morning bringing back

The memories of time, the stinging pain

The waking to the reality of our lives

And the greying of the fog on the night's eye

The forgotten never goes in the night

It returns and carries the pain

Of why I dreamed of you

The auburn of your hair and

The smell of your perfume

The memories

They never seem to collect

The dust on the old teddy bear

Resigned to its hidden corner

Or the feelings of touching you