Dream of You

My dreams few and far between.
When I remember them is not so often.
Last night was an exception.
I had a dream of you.
You were brushing your hair
the way women some times do,
leisurely.

Watching, yet out of place,
I realized it was time for me to go.
Not sure why,
but it was.
Time and dreams are like that.
Our time together ends.
But the dreams time leaves behind
remind us.

That's all.
A dream of you.