I have stopped walking.
I realize that he has stopped
As well.
I am still following him.
I haven’t let him out of my sight.
He’s stopped.
And I realize where we are.
How the Hell did he know about this place?
We are
At the last place I saw...
Him.
My best friend.
The one who went
"Missing"
Over a year ago.
And they never found his body.
Even after
They said there was
No chance of his survival,
I had still hoped
That he would sneak into my room at midnight.
And kiss me awake.
And it was
All.
My.
Fault.
That he was gone.
F o r e v e r .
I look at the back
Of the stranger
And I am suddenly
Full of anger
Who is he?
Why is he torturing me
This way?
What is going on?
I think all these things,
Just as I stand behind this stranger.
Whose face I do not know.
But
Before he can turn around
And I can see his face.
The memories.
The agony.
