I can see him, you know. He’s not really there, holding that damn blue rose, but I still see him. I can see him smiling as I step down. I shake my head and look away, I know he’s not there, but I can still feel his eyes on me. I always could. I look back across as my feet touch the ground. He is still there, still smiling, still holding that blue rose. I smile back, unable to stop myself.
I make my way inside slowly, knowing exactly what is going to happen. I feel my heart skip a beat. Maybe this time is different?
I don’t see his lips move, but I hear him say my name. I’m not watching his face - just that oddly coloured flower. He holds it out to me, smiling.
I reach for it… I never know why, but I always do. As my fingertips touch that cursed blue rose, they disappear, man and rose, as always.
He is always there, you know. He is always at that airport when I land. I can see him, even though he’s not really there, not really holding that precious gift.
I can see him, stood just like he was the first time we met, fingering that beautiful blue rose and holding it out for me.
I can still see him… even though he’s been dead for six years now.
He’s still smiling…
…still holding that damned rose…
…still waiting for me…
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