The Sun found itself spilling into the kitchen where we all gathered. The usual place where we'd all be. But this house was alien to me - somewhat of a cottage.
I remember the glare of the sun bouncing off the grass. Birds outside. A nice breeze.
There you sat across the table. Speaking to me. About one of your many stories.
For that moment, I understood everything. Yet, as i stood there listening, I couldn't believe you were actually there. You lost some weight. Looked healthier. I remember your voice. Distinctively. Your face. The way you said certain things.
I wanted to approach you. I crossed the room from where I was standing into the kitchen. As I entered through the door, my glimpse caught an empty chair. Where you initially sat on.
I saw myself from the outside. Weeping and breaking down over that chair. To the amazement of the other guests in the house, they could not understand.
I spent a good two minutes over that chair. Weeping, crying, frantically breaking down.
I did wake up with a tear. How powerful these dreams have become.
I did wake up with a tear. How powerful these dreams have become.
My sorrow perhaps was never really channeled properly. I never really did properly say goodbye as I was away.
In all ways and words uncomprehending, thank you for visiting.
In all ways and words uncomprehending, thank you for visiting.
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