The Dream


Last night, I had this vivid dream. It was so real that for a brief moment, the weight of sadness lifted from my heart. It swept me back to a time that now feels like a distant echo. In my dream, we were all gathered around the table. The last time we sat like that, you were still here with us, flesh and blood, not just a bittersweet memory that tugs at our hearts. Since you became a memory etched in our hearts, the world seems to have fallen apart. We, your loved ones, have been left adrift, trying to navigate this new world without you.

You left behind a bitter widower, who, in a desperate attempt to escape the pain your absence brings, sought refuge in alcohol and promiscuity.Your daughter is wrapped in the melancholy of your physical absence, mourning for those moments that will never return. And me, your son, I’m lost in dreams that harken back to a past life that now feels like a fading fantasy.

Now, we’re captive to our own memories, bound by longing and the ache of what could have been. And in the quiet of the night, we’re haunted by the specter of your absence – a constant presence that reminds us of the void you left behind.