I have these fantasies, of you coming back and surviving: you getting through that surgery, growing even older with Nana. But then reality comes crashing in, a tsunami I often want to drown in, and I realize that there's no way for you to have kept surviving or living. Life's not fair, as I've been shown over and over again.
So can you maybe come back in a dream? I'd take a nightmare too, just something to hang onto these broken pieces of you I have left. Let me dream of what I used to have, what I took for granted, and...