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I dreamed
of you
last night.

Not the 29 year
old you
who died

as I held
your hand,
but the

younger you,
the young kid
with the smile

and big
blue eyes,
the adventurous

you, the climber,
the you
in the cowboy hat

and gun,
the blue
eyed you,

the one
mischievous
for fun.

I dreamed
of you
last night.

Not the 29
year old who
died and flat-lined

my heart, but
the younger you,
big eyes of blue,

that one,
that you,
my son.