Dreaming Of The Past Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

I saw her again last night
As if we had never said goodbye
In bed with me, after I had fallen asleep
Loving me, the way she once did
For me, the present isn't bad in fact it's pretty damn good.
So why am I dreaming of the past?
And if her in particular?

Could it be I still love her?
Something I can only admit to in a dream
The way I couldn't so long ago
Before I could only see her in my dreams
No, this was more than a dream
I could smell her perfume, feel her hair
and when she kissed me, I got goose bumps
Her kisses always had that effect on me

I have dreamt of her before
But never like this
Holding her, once again she was mine
And I was surprised not to see her when I awoke

Dreams don't usually affect the dreamer's life
This one however, had a profound effect on mine
She kissed me, then whispered
In my ear
'I'm sorry I hurt you, can you forgive me? '
And this morning, I found that I had