I look up and I see you. There you are, a dark figure, face undecipherable in the dim light.
I hurriedly get out of my chair and walk up to you.
We hug. And for a moment, I forget. I reach out for your hand and squeeze it.
And you respond. Or do you?
That's when the mirror shatters and reality dawns.
This is over. It has long been.
Everything else is muffled; unclear; murky.
We finally say goodbye. The ordeal is over.
We are done here.