The Way I Did Last

I dream of you.

Every night.

I can feel you.

Are you around?

I saw you today, and yesterday; and the night afore. 

I met you for the first time each day

And though you were a stranger 

You took me to a familiar place. 

Where I had met you for the last time, a hundred years ago 

It was like summer on a snowflake

While I sat with you on the staircase 

As we watched the sun set on the lake 

Of the shores I have been to before

But with you I visited it for the first time, again.

Drenched in the silver moonlight I lay

While the winds brushed me with the dust of your clay

Like a silent whisper, I breathed into them your name

With eyes tight shut I wished you wished for me the first time 

 To want you the way I did last.