I saw you again last night.

It had been awhile since I saw you last.

Even longer since you left.

So long that your gentleness once again felt foreign.

It was just enough to tempt me to hope.

Oh how you tease.

Keeping hope that may never be filled alive.

Reminding me that such good things existed in the world.

I wanted to forget since that is easier than hoping

Yet you came to me last night.

Eager to draw me back to you.

To remember every little detail that made you mine.

If only the memory did not end in pain.

Knowledge that your space remains empty for me.

I suppose I will just have to wait until I dream of you again.

Clinging to the hope of your memory.