Grief

Late at night, I sometimes think of you when the day is done and I know that I should sleep. Dreams then come to my rescue and remind me of what it was like to be with you.
The morning after, the memories refuse to fade and I wish that I had not dreamt of you. That I had not remembered.
Because I’m left to face the present. Alone.
There are so many things I wanted to tell you. That I didn’t. And the sad thing is that I don’t know why I didn’t say them. I’ve learnt, too late, that there is no inappropriate time to tell someone that you care for them. That there is no reason to feel ashamed for doing so. That nothing is as sacred as love.