After we left Depression in an unfamiliar place,


    A slight chill swept down my spine,


    As we journeyed toward another unknown destination.


    Leaning closer to his shoulder, he seemed unperturbed.


    "Why don''t you come for me?" I queried,


    Rising to meet his gaze,


    He removed his glasses, brushed my hair aside,


    Cupped my chin gently, and spoke,


    "Love, for you to vanish is far too soon."


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    Guiding my head back to rest upon his shoulder,


    "I''ll always come when you call," he assured,


    His voice was smooth yet carrying a raspy undertone.


    I sighed, closing my eyes briefly,


    The carriage ride was incredibly serene,


    As if we were soaring through the sky.


    Enthralled, I drifted into slumber,


    Awakening in my house the next morning,


    Father''s voice echoed from downstairs.