For the most part, life goes on, but occasionally I miss them, and sometimes I fantasize they'll come back and want to go out for a bite to eat, share a smile, want to be friends again.
Maybe they'll knock on my door and apologize for how they were, or I could apologize for how I was. But they never do.
Some of them missed him, some wished their people hadn't been so rebellious, treated him so badly, some of them probably wondered if he even ever existed, or was he just some legend that grew bigger over the years?
He rolled up the scroll and said,
"Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.”
And he wanted to have a bite to eat with us, he wanted to say hi, visit us, help us out,
And then, almost as fast as he came, he was gone again.
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