I didn't know these things actually happened,

but on my way to the funeral I dreamt of you,

I found you in your kitchen,

not the version of you I last saw a few weeks ago,

a version from before all of this started over a year ago,

even more, the best version of you,

when you were lucid and in charge,

when you were full of strong opinions,

when I was a kid and you could make my day,

with a pair of bananas and your special concoction

I feel thankful and hold on to my fresh memories, 

as I walk into the scene...