I dreamt you had come back,
In the feathered form of a bird,
And I sadly called out your name,
Feeling every syllable, in pain,
As life faded, even in a dream,
As I knew, you could not stay,
And all my tomorrows were gone
Silently, blown away.
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Dream or person, the fading is sad. It's a very fine poem