Polka Dots and Rainbows

We loved once. It was long ago and we're different now, I know. But what if our love was different too now? Would you be willing to take a chance? We're not in the same place anymore, I know. What if I showed up at your door? We talked before about dreams and futures. Are we part of each other's anymore? It used to be assumed that we would always be in each other's futures, dreams, lives. Now I'm not so sure. It does feel as though time and space and experience have come between us in a way that can't be undone, but. We loved once.
I had a dream last night. In it I came to you. You thought I was unavailable, I wasn't. I pretended I was for a while. I was afraid. I finally told you I'd come to see you because I wasn't unavailable anymore. You were quiet for a while. Told me to come back in a while. I did. You had a notebook filled with letters and pictures-our love memories. I have one too. You'd always loved me. Even all those years apart. There was another who made you feel things you'd never felt with me. I'd been a constant and beautiful love. She was a burning. We loved once, but my open heart had come too late.
Dreams.
Am I too late, Love? Have you found another who laughs at your jokes and admires your fantasies? Do you still dream? Do you remember all those nights dancing in parking lots, singing in ears, dreaming dreams covered in polka dots and rainbows wondering what life could be for us? Life was simpler then. It was the two of us taking on the world together. Can it be that way again? I know it's late and you've had time to think. I've been thinking too. We loved once. And I think I still love you.