Worlds within worlds. Interpenetrating realities, Innumerable, unfathomable Sometimes they visit mine, Sometimes me theirs. I saw him last night, my fatherAlmost 23 years gone. We laughed and talked and it was so good. Then lucidity dawned. I told him he was dead And he told he wasn’t. I told him I loved him and begged him not to leave me. He told me he never has But the words made him gradually disappear And I was left crying to his fading voice Of reassurance. First there, Then here.
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