monday blues

he’s suddenly in my dreams every night. i don’t know if it’s because enough time has passed for me to deal with it or what, but i see him in his wheelchair, in his hospital bed and wandering around in the pyjamas that was getting bigger and bigger as time shrank him. i treat him to chocolate and other sweet stuff i’ve brought with me from somewhere, he is trying to cheer up the situation by giving witty remarks and i am trying not to let the lump in my throat take over. when i wake up i feel sad, a bit lost and all the same a tad irritated – i thought i had gotten past this already.

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2 comments

  1. Stefan · · Reply

    Stor kram!

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