I had a dream last night, a good one I think.
I finally said goodbye to someone who needed to go. It was that odd meeting that I hadn't expected, if only because I thought I was done. But the mind has a sense of humor, and try though I might, I can't forget.
So when the chance came, I said goodbye. I remembered him the way I saw him, but myself I saw as I am today. He looked puzzled. Angry. I turned and walked away.
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