Random Thought

I miss Angela Chase.

Where are you Angela? I hope you are happy wherever you are, but I miss you. Terribly.

I wish you are here with me so I can hold you and whisper your name. I think of you often and my heart aches for you. I wonder if you know when I do.

There is so much I like to tell you, but I am afraid time is running out.

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Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?