22 June 2007
6:11 PM
Why did I dream of you last night?Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike
home,
like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.
So many things I had
thought forgotten
Return to my mind with
stranger pain:
Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house
so many years ago.
- Philip Larkin
