The past is an apparition

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Dreamed of you last night, the ease
of our embrace, not wanting to break
free, or be alone, the dream ended
as it began, us entwined, in the grip
of eternity; woke up to a calm
bedroom and your vanishing smile.

My wife breathed evenly beside
me the pain of lost love and
the sadness of not loving her,
the way I still adore you, kept me
trapped in a melancholic
mood till released by a new day.