I dreamed of her again last night,
so real I could feel the satin of her skin,
smell her floral perfume and taste her lips that pressed softly to mine.
We danced in that dream,
falling and fumbling into ecstasy,
then I opened my eyes and breathed in the morning’s damp air.
She should change her name, was the first thought I had.
Leave behind her history and all of the pain and shame written upon it.
Some things are just not meant to be.
Too long in dreams have I stayed.