Looking at the TV - I do not watch it It was interactive, And I was in.. But when did you leave, my son? Was it in school-final or earlier? I don't know, precisely. So surreptiously - Your flight, I didn't see. Know only that, In deed, You are gone.. Necessary loss? I cry? I notice movement in the TV Calling for my participation I press forward Can I catch you - in another episode and time in some semblance to you? No - It's not possible, I know You are very special, very unique In the image of none But what do I have, Except the ghosts, Imitations celluloid.
