I'm having those dreams again.
The ones where the past feels real, where faces are known, rather than familiar, and where those who are gone are still very much alive.
I dream about the four of us. Especially her.
But her face is still hazy in my dreams.
I cannot remember how exactly she looks like.
She is fading away; dissolving.
I wake up, and she is gone.
It's been six years since I spoke to her.
I am too late.
mkp.
