Today in Church I saw someone looking just like you. I could see so clearly that it was you -- or maybe you as you were so long ago. I could see the trust in your eyes, and knew how you would look when you smiled. I thought maybe it was true, that this time has not been real and that we were together, but I knew too that it was not so. Yet, there you were when we were younger and free still of illness and death.
I saw her again after Mass. The resemblance was gone. There was nothing about her that was you. Not a few of my dreams are better than fact. This one most of all.
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