You were around; I could feel you, like I always did, even before I actually saw you.
You smiled as you saw me, knowing that I’d waited impatiently for you.
You opened your arms wide.
I ran towards the comfort of your touch.
I opened my eyes to gaze into yours.
You were gone…
2 comments:
everything is bloody illusory.
Well, to a large extent, life itself is illusory, isn't it?
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