After we left Depression in an unfamiliar place,

A slight chill swept down my spine,

As we journeyed toward another unknown destination.

Leaning closer to his shoulder, he seemed unperturbed.

"Why don't you come for me?" I queried,

Rising to meet his gaze,

He removed his glasses, brushed my hair aside,

Cupped my chin gently, and spoke,

"Love, for you to vanish is far too soon."

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His usual smile graced his lips,

Guiding my head back to rest upon his shoulder,

"I'll always come when you call," he assured,

His voice was smooth yet carrying a raspy undertone.

I sighed, closing my eyes briefly,

The carriage ride was incredibly serene,

As if we were soaring through the sky.

Enthralled, I drifted into slumber,

Awakening in my house the next morning,

Father's voice echoed from downstairs.