I Saw You

I dreamed I saw you in a passing car Going another way, And it was oh so many years later And still I hadn't forgotten. It might not have been you, but it hardly matters, does it? Whether it was or not, it prodded me, it pierced me, It made me bleed and sweat and weep and pray As I had not done for years, Whether I should have done or not— But that part, too, doesn't matter. We are past it. It was like some last sad song of youth That I'd heard now just once too often, Sung by the most ethereal, soulful country songstress Softly crooning those old Beatles love songs That stung us awake and left us alive but lopsided, Not intact, but fragmented like this— It then left our hearts in the dirt for eternity... I never knew it would be so long When you went away, Not until this last time that your image passed me by like a ghost in a transparent dream.