Can I really be in one place at the same time, but in another space, in another time? Can I sit alone in a chair, an old maid, little slippers on, waiting during Christmas for a smile? Can I sit with family and faces, just like mine, seeing how they grow, giving a little bit of myself? Can I say, “I love you”, and can I say, “good-bye”? Can I be infinite and still die? Can rewards and wishes come and nights filled with drinks unite? Can the sun stop, the moon fall back, and yet continue in another?