The Old and the Lost

Good evening! I usually don’t post this late but uh… it’s my website. This one’s about another dream I had. Have not been sleeping very well, unfortunately. I hope you all like it. Without further ado…

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The Old and the Lost

In my dreams again…

Old friends,

I like to say,

knowing that we never were.

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They are kind in this place,

much unlike the way I remember.

There’s a comfort here,

a mentor,

a lover,

a friend.

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I hear the din of distant dishes

like wispy echoes

of a kindly kitchen.

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The mentor speaks,

in the way a grandfather would,

with a gentle and firm german accent,

“Are you trying to win her back?”

No, I respond in my head,

I’ve already got her.

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An old friend sits down at the table.

“Can I get you anything else?”, I ask with sincerity.

“No, buddy. We’re here for you!”, the old friend says excitedly.

The scene fades to black.

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I awake again to the dark.