I used to see you often,
almost every night.
But as the years have passed.
I’ve begun to see you less and less.
Sometimes I recognize you immediately.
Sometimes it’s after the moment has past.
Each morning when I awake,
I awake to the reality,
that you are no longer with me.
And, I’m sad that you’ve gone.
I miss you.
But it was nice to see you in my dreams.