The night you went missing,
The last anyone saw of you,
Nobody had any answers.
Your car was gone as well
Panicking I searched for you,
Even in other nearby cities.
Never found you or your car.
A year after you were gone
Saw you in a vivid dream
You looked at me lovingly
And I knew you had died.
But I never found out
What happened to you.
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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