Lacking

The other night I dreamt of you,
The image was unclear and true,
I was always unable to pin you down,
There is no firm memory to be found.
Wisps of conversation filter through,
Unable to stick to any lasting place that grew
out of love for you and hate too,
I wish I could remember you.
I lay awake with the bitter dregs,
Of what was and what I cannot peg
down or to you as I thought you were,
Maybe it was always connected to me or her.
Her as in me or who I once was,
When I dreamt of you it was us because
me without you was never as clear,
As us together, as us in my thoughts here.
The other night I dreamt of you,
But really I dreamt about us and few
other things crossed my mind,
Than the thought that you left me behind.