And yeah, maybe, I AM, hallucinating, because I miss you too much???
Saw you riding off on your bicycle that other day, but quickly enough, my sensible side got the best of me, because, you no longer existed anymore, you’d, died in my arms before, and, I’d, dug up that hole on the ground, and, placed you down to that final place of rest of yours…
not my photograph…
Saw you riding off on your bicycle that other day, and this time, you’d, turned your head back, and, smiled that usual smile of yours, and then, I woke up, found myself, in the rocker of your room. I got lost, in the moment, of how the dream I woke from made me feel, and I started, remember the times we’d gotten to spend together, and losing you became, a little easier for me to endure.
Saw you riding off on your bicycle that other day, I could’ve, sworn it was you, but, as I called your name aloud, the child who’d turned her head around, was a stranger to me, and, as she rode her bicycle off, I was, overwhelmed, with that strong sense of loss that took complete control over me, made me statuesque, I’d, turned into stone!
teaching his son to ride a two-wheeler!!! Not my photo…
Saw you riding off the other day, then, I woke, and I knew, that I will, NEVER dream about you again, for in my heart, is where I will, always keep you, alive…………
Life, the Obstacle Course 