I see your face in reflection, <br />It is to me a distraction. <br />The past is gone away, <br />No matter what I say. <br />But still I wish for direction <br />And hope again for affection. <br />These cloudy moods each day, <br />Hold me and make me stray. <br /> <br />Burning desires for you I feel <br />And in my dreams you are still real. <br />Then I wake again and find, <br />Our time is long behind.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
