In class, I thought, "Did I have a nightmare recently?" Emotions from nightmares can wash over me before I remember the storyline. But class was the dream, and I drove back to the reality.
Too much talk of this. Everywhere. Too much thought of this already.
I remember him writing a humorous poem called Hypocrite. When everyone else dies, he wrote, only one person is lost. When I die, the whole world will disappear. So how am I not the most important person?
I wish I had known him.
Has he seen me, from above, not shed a single tear?