topic: DREAMS medium: TEXT
as shared at an event in Marias sur Seine
a small boy comes to me
i know him
he is the wrong age
his hair is yellow and the eyes are
deep brown
brown like mine
he has visited me
as I sleep
many times over the years
sometimes
i wake up crying
other times
just in a daze
with his voice still hanging in the air
his smile haunting
familiar
distant
i wish him back
but i will have to wait
until he decides to visit again
in my dreams he is still alive
and i am still alive
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