for Gdawg,
where/whenever he may be
It
happened again the other day
Taking
the lift, as I normally do.
I
swear I felt your presence there,
Beside
me,
Almost
like you were really there ...
Like
we could just smile, and reach out take each other's hand.
Then,
in the exact moment that feeling resonated,
Realization
followed,
Sorrow
was swallowed,
and
I arrived at my floor.
I
took a deep (steadying) breath,
Opened
the lift door,
and
stepped out (determinedly)
Out
to my reality.
As
alone as when I was before that tantalizingly tangible tic of time.
Where
are you?
Has
our "lift" door closed?
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