It's strange how we abandon
the dead in time, like a dog beside
a country road from our car,
and drive on, to other years
and other people, while
the dead, like a loyal dog
confident of their master's return,
still wait for us, beside that
road, in an another day
as real the ones we go
to experience. Yet, one day,
we will come to a familiar
patch on our path, and
suddenly remember as
a person is there, standing,
waiting, starting to turn
as they hear us come.
20.03.2023
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