A Dream

I thought I'd forgotten you,
Left your ghostly presence back home
In a chest full of old clothes, broken toys and cheap books.
I thought I left you in that niche,
An alcove where to hide lost love and heart-ache,
Distant enough to let life continue,
Close enough to refer to lessons I should have learned.
But you were here last night.
I saw you.
The rest,
The circumstance,
My subconcious eye decided to leave unfocused.
The photographer focused on your smile.
I'm sure you were here.
How else could your face have been so clear
If you were not right next to me,
Your features clear as day,
Photosynthesised into my mind by night
As though your face was next to mine.
And as I woke, I saw you there
Your face was on my pillowcase.
I pressed the snooze.
Went back to sleep.
When I woke again, you were gone.
Were you real?
Were you here?
Did you kiss me as you left?
I'm not sure,
I'll never know
I just know your smell lingers in the air.