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I wake to a perfect day

Your day. 

Today. 


The day you became a son, 

A brother, A friend.

What a perfect day indeed.


The sun soaks me

As I walk through our forest

The cedars smell like home.

A cool breeze gives me a chill.


I wait patiently for you.

Everywhere, nowhere.


I look longingly for you. 

Everywhere. Nowhere.


This ordinary day,

I know is no ordinary day.


A light breeze blows across the grass

Like a whisper of tenderness.


I see you. 

You’re here. In my stillness. 

Everywhere and nowhere. 


I see us together again.

My life flashes before my eyes

As if it were my last breath. 


We fly through the past together. 

Memories like holographic images. 

We are here and there. 

Everywhere and nowhere.


Your gaze lights up the day,

Your breath moves the clouds

Your love colours my dream. 


What’s left to say?

Everything. Nothing. 


And then, time starts to speed up,

I dread this day will end

And with it you will perish again. 

The thought cuts me like a knife. 


Stay. Please stay.

Make this infinite moment infinite. 

Touch me once, before you disappear 

Into the silent abyss of my mind.


But it’s too late.

Childrens laughter breaks the silence

I am back in the forest

And you…


You fall. You fall. 


But this time,

I will not let you go.  

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