I see your face in reflection,
It is to me a distraction.
The past is gone away,
No matter what I say.
But still I wish for direction
And hope again for affection.
These cloudy moods each day,
Hold me and make me stray.

Burning desires for you I feel
And in my dreams you are still real.
Then I wake again and find,
Our time is long behind.

Peter S. Quinn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/