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You still come to me in my mind. A waking dream caught somewhere between reality and never again. Memories flood in, drowning, washing away the few moments of clarity. 

Screaming out silently to any god who will listen for guidance from the divine. Whispers floating on the winds of the storm raging inside. Deafening, garbled phrases that I am not able to understand.

The specter of what could have been, my company as I dine. Rain pounding on the roof, taking me back to a singular moment. Intense heat leaving icy chills in its wake.

Yellow convertible, music on the breeze, left turn to the coast following the sign. Everything I am, stored in the back, never going fast enough to catch up. Alone on a crowded beach, who is the ghost now.

Eternity played out in a split second of time.