anythinggoes

This poem I wrote just after my Grandma passed away. Just recently came back across it after my Grandpa passed away.

Sitting and dreaming. Dreaming of the times we spent, of the love we shared. Yet dreams are only dreams. Dreams come and go, you will always be in mine. In my life you are a distant observer. I know that you can never return from your dreams. But just once think of me down here, while you are up there. We will always be together. But, only in dreams.

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