You were in my dream last night

You were in my dream last night and all morning the thought of you was with me. I rarely remember dreams but this one stuck, this perfect picture of you and your hair all around me. And I want to write this down so you know that its not all I see of you, the eyes and beauty, that’s not it at all. It’s the little laughs and snorts and your voice on the end of the line and your feet on my face and the sun that you bring down in your handbag. You'll be there again I guess, you wont be here in life but you'll be there at night and that’ll have to do. Come back sometime and tell me in my rocking chair of how you ran to here and who you met and ill be too old and tired for jealousy and we can really talk. Until then ill make them up for myself when I have a moment to dwell on you. Miss me won’t you? That much at least, that would be enough, I’d do it for you. Life changes all the time and sometimes the process seems a bit quicker than others when you’re sat looking through doorways at the street or trying to remember where it was you first met someone. I can picture dinner parties, great philantropical societies where you and the chandeliers glitter and your generous husband hints at how you play better than the hired musicians, dressy smiles all round, you there in the centre of the room. Maybe my name would be mentioned, maybe not mine but a different me with another second name but maybe you’ll think of me all the same.