The Dream

I see her in The Dream.

We are both crying, and we are younger.

I knew I’d never see her again and how I knew I didn’t know, I just knew.

Yet, 45 years later, she is still with me… Somewhere in The Dream.

I don’t cry anymore, Debbie. I get angry and express myself; sometimes I write. I never hold it in. I let it out. I think I miss you…

Dennis Mantin

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