A dream?

No.

Not a dream.

A memory.

A Haunting.

Can you see it?

No.

I'm sorry.

It is not I that is Lost.

You.

Me.

A ghost?

No.

Not a ghost.

An angel.

A demon.

Living light cascading over me as it is poured from the sky.

Something wakes.

It enters the home.

Silent.

Can you see it?

Yes.

The sun?

No.

Not the sun.

Death.

Life. Love. Memory.

Wait for me.

I will.