ON MY COUCH

On my couch there are three poems
(this being the third)
One of hope
One of hurt
And this one,
reclaiming the hope I once had.
I never thought I'd love another
As much as my dearest D, 
But here on my couch
Is that love
Unaware that I am watching.
Two years ago, I wrote of hope
One year ago, I wrote of hurt
Now, hope has resurrected
And has rekindled my heart.
Two years has this muse lived
Two hours has this muse been asleep
Unaware that I am watching
One thing that D gave that this Muse hasn't
Is returned love.
Why?
This, on my couch, is all I asked for,
since D, that is.
A lifetime of wishes
Is on my couch
Unaware that I am watching.
This two year muse now awakens
And begins to fade away
Like a dream.
I miss my D already.