Dreamer

There you are again

with your lashes &

your big black eyes

following me through

dreams as if

twenty years has ne’er

gone by.

The station platform

where we always

said goodbye

the whisky & the

sleepless nights

those poems

falling from our sighs

the stage, the crowd

the laughter.

You used to leave me

notes upon the kitchen top

I’d read & smile as children

walked to school

& now I write a song

or two, for them &

all that we’ve been through.

Ah twenty years

but there you are

knocking homeless

in my dreams

I never gave it all

to you, there were

always others

more in tune

but then as now

the clouds glide through

& light replaces darkness.