Goodnight, my angel,
Now it’s time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I’m rocking you to sleep
The water’s dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You’ll always be a part of me
-BIlly Joel
this was five nights ago, June 18.
after i woke up, i figured that it was all in my head. and yet, jogging side by side with him, having been so close to him with his signature smile all over his glowing face, I couldn’t bring myself to trust my logic because i also wanted to believe that he was really with me in my subconsciousness.
i remember the pinnacle of my dream: he was eaten by the floor as it collapsed beneath us. i had gotten a good head start and was desperately trying to save him; i knew i only wanted to cling to any shred of what was left of our life before, even though i knew that i couldn’t bring him back no matter how hard i tried.
as he struggled to hold on before submitting to the inevitable, he shot me a look; a cross between despair, encouragement and indescribable joy.
go run was etched across his face. without a word, he had asked me to leave him.
so i ran.
i went out for help but upon returning, he was gone.
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one lesson learned today at the recollection: no matter what we become, no matter who we are or who we used to be, we would have to come home to our families sooner or later because they are a part of us and they will remain so even after we pass on to another world.
