I hear shuffling of papers but I ignore it. I'm back in my house , my safe place . It is cozy and I squeeze my eyes . Rush of memories, sweet candies and .... tears . I feel my eyes with the back of my hand , it seems wet. I hear the walking towards me and wipe my eyes .
His face is sweet , tired yet happy . Those lines near his eyes make sweet rainbows on his face . He passes me a paper , a ticket .
" I have planned this trip for you. Go see the childhood dream you had ."
" you're going with me ?"
He laughs and shakes his head . I hug him tight , too tight as if he might fly away if I didn't. I did not know I could cry this hard out of happiness after all I only cry about things that hurt.
I'm on my way to see it . I've made friends in the group that's traveling with me . It was cold . I could have frozen to death but if I had to die it would have been the perfect place . The scene was beautiful,majestic, magnetizing, dream-like, every beautiful adjective you can ever use. Breathtakingly an aurora . If I could replay life I wish my record would get stuck here.
I was back but you were gone . It was the same as school days but now you will never return. "Why didn't you tell me ?" But no ears to listen unless you count the walls of wood that have absorbed sounds for years then I had a world of audience to watch my tragedy, my break and my mourning.
