you visited my dream last night
we were friends again
you had that spark back in your eye
and that knowing smile
that zest and energy
it was as it was 12 years back, but not back then
now
we were inseperable once again
that summer we shared
the smell of paint, coffee,cigar tobacco
endless talkin, humble silence
washing machine, the wood stove
simon and garfunkel
your studio
you visited me
you were well
i was well
i miss you
that letter is far over due
the recollection of this visitation bummed me out
it felt so real, i thought it had happened in this world
i hope you are getting better
i love you
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