I look into your eyes to see him staring back at me ready to speak but he says nothing at all. You speak of a totally unrelated subject something that he knew nothing about it is not you that I see it is him standing there in your place standing tall standing authoritative he doesn't know what he is doing he is DEAD! It is you that I am staring at with disbelief disbelief it is your that I am staring at he is DEAD!
Reason for writing:
I kept looking at my german instructor and seeing my father. I would half expect my father to speak to me. There is one problem -- he had been dead for fourteen years. I had to get the idea out of my head and I thought this might be the best way.
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