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I had a teacher who died.

As We Slept

Pz-avatarby Isabella Leandersson12 Oct 2016

When I dreamed,

I found your grave,

so easily.

Old teacher of mine,

I just knew the way,

I looked at the stone lump

and I spoke with you.


Did you know

you were a patch of sunlight

in winter?

You laugh at that,

your family looks on

they don’t say anything

it’s our time.


It’s been four years

since I felt your warmth

in my heart.

I found you,

I woke up,

I lost you.


Lead me back sometime,

when you think of me,

to the somewhere cemetery,

where I feel

at home.