He came to me for five years in a row. Always silent, always kind. We both knew he couldn’t stay but I always tried to keep him anyway. I told him about life and what had transpired since our last visit and what I knew of his friends and family as well. We never had enough time, just like when he was here with me. The clock always struck and we hugged our last as he walked away into the bright whiteness once again.
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