Yesterday, I could have sworn I saw you standing in the crowded checkout line just a few people ahead of me, waiting for our turns at the register. My head told me, despite the resemblance it couldn’t be you. But there you were, lovely as ever, standing so tall and courtly I raised my hand to wave hello. Clothes just so, your hair gleaming white, with the most perfect shade of pink lipstick expertly applied—a picture of you that I’ll always carry.
My head knew it couldn’t be you. My heart now knows it was you saying goodbye.
Go in peace, dear one. Go in Peace.
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