In my sleep, I descend the stairs and you rush past me, telling me to hurry up, people are downstairs and they are waiting for us. I’m confused, my jaw opening and closing like the door you just came through; swinging on its hinge at a loss at your presence.
As Told By Kenny: For a Friend
I thought I saw you yesterday. Standing in the queue.
But then again, it can’t have been you.
As Told By Amanda-Lyn ((Aly))
or just a moment that ache stills and I feel no pain and that is because I know they are no longer in pain, they are free, and they are dancing with angels.