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  • Where did you lose it?

    I don’t know – it was here, and then it was gone.

    What did you lose again?

    My love – my first true love – it’s gone. Never to return.

    Are you sure?

    Yes, I am positive. What I thought was real, wasn’t.

    So, you lost an illusion?

    Yes…no…ah, I don’t know. You’re confusing me.

    Not my interntion - just trying to understand…

    What’s to understand? I told you - I’ve lost my love!

    I see - but, what have you gained?

    Gained? Gained?!? Are you crazy?

    Yes, but what have you gained?

    Nothing but a broken heart and a wounded soul.

    Ah, now that’s something – quite a lot, actually.

    I suppose so – but, man it really hurts!

    So, you’ve also gained the perspective that pain and heartache brings!

    Oh, great! I’d rather have not, but I’m stuck with it…

    What are you doing about it?

    Writing a bunch of love-sick poems, all about lost love and pain.

    That’s great! You’re writing poetry. Sounds like you’ve gained a lot, actually. You know, I can't even seem to write poetry myself, these days. I envy you, dude.

    Nice. O.K., I get your point on that.

    What else are you doing?

    I’m also talking to a lot of people about it.

    So, you’re reaching out – that sounds like a good thing.

    Well, now all these girls feel sorry for me and want to comfort me.

    Dude, the hits just keep coming – sounds to me like you’re rolling in it!

    But, you don’t understand, I had this true love going on!

    Wait, didn’t we decide way back at the beginning of this that that was just an illusion?

    No, I think that was you that decided that - me, I was a bit confused.

    True, but I am you, 40 years down the road, just trying to help you sort through this shit that you thought was so awful, to see that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be, at the time.

    Dude, you’re wierding me the fuck out.

    No, seriously, you even wrote a poem about me way back then, remember?

    You mean that one I wrote last night? Way back then?

    Yeah, well, that was last night for you, but I came back here from 2012, so for me, it was, you know, almost 40 years ago – way back when.

    No shit?

    Yeah, man.

    Hey, you’re doing a hell of a lot better than I thought you’d be. I mean, you’re what, 57 now?

    Yup. And, honestly? I felt older when I was you, than I do now.

    Oh, man, that is good to hear. But, how do I get from here to there?

    Just live it, man. And believe that you’ll get through all the shit. Because, you know what? You did.

    Hey, man, thanks a lot – I really appreciate this. So, it all works out, huh?

    Yeah, but you won’t remember this conversation when you wake up. But, I’ll be keeping an eye on you. You are really an interesting person, you know. You have so much to live and do and see and tell. I’ll be right there through it all.

    You’re alright, man.

    Yeah, I know that now. And, one other thing.

    What’s that?

    You didn’t lose a thing. It’s right there in front of you. What did you lose?

    Wait, I think I know this one…an illusion?

    Dude, you’re getting the hang of this, now. Have a blast, and I'll catch up with you...

    In 40 years, right?

    Or, tomorrow!
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