I dreamt of you

I dreamt of you last night -
we met in a public place,
you looked younger,
like when i saw you last,
you looked straight into my eyes
and spoke with such simplicity.
We must have spoken for a long time,
then with some urgency you said,
"I have to go now"
and then you left.
It felt as if someone
had turned off the sun.
I then walked through the streets
looking for your face
among the faces of strangers.
I woke up soon after
with a sweet anticipation.
But the birdsong seemed sad somehow.