Saw her in a dream a week after we broke up.
In the dream she wanted to get back with me.
But I was an introvert and she an extrovert.
Me always home by myself and lonely too much.
Her always out with friends, didn’t like staying home.
So I told her I couldn’t live that way and she had to go.
Lost track of her in the streams of the passing years.
Heard she married a trucker and drove trucks with him.
Saw her in another dream a few weeks ago,
Fire all around her as she bid me goodbye.
Next day saw in the nightly 7PM news,
Her and her trucker died in a house fire.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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