{Visit}

by crobertson

GO

I had a visit once.  In my dream.  Of someone I love.  Someone I lost.  Everything was white.  There they were.  Standing there, talking to me.  So real.  I wanted to stay with them.  I didn’t want to leave.  As they embraced me with their arms, I could hear their words.  “Everything is going to be ok.”  “You can’t stay.”  “Everything is going to be ok.”  Gasp.  I awoke.  I remember that visit to this day.

STOP

Advertisements