Why did I dream of you last night?

Philip Arthur Larkin

1922 to 1985

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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.