Closing In


I loved him then, and I love him now.

We played games, we joked, and we were.

He said no goodbye.

I said that I would see him tomorrow, and he nodded.

He was thirteen when he died, as was I.

I was thirteen.

It seems like the further he gets, the stronger I feel.

I can't help but wonder, is he getting further?

Maybe he is coming closer to me, maybe I am coming closer to him.

Only time will tell.

Only time will reveal who wins this game.

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