I continue to look at the road after things are long gone, and this is how I meet you.
A child, that’s what I should have been, but I was one attending secondary school. People see you in places alone but in my case, dreams led me to you.
Did we say hello at first glance? This I cannot recall, but I knew from the very start that you were different. Your manner and the way you speak, you cannot be from this place.
We might have met at other places, but the park is the venue I remember best. We would sit on the bench and talk. You had a way of loosening my tongue, despite my reticent nature. Your voice, it was a low hum, calm and strange. It follows me even after I wake.
And then, you vanished.
Or maybe, I did the vanishing after all.
I am angry, incredibly angry, at my failing memory. Desperate for a clue, often trying to understand how our communication broke. When did I lose my way? They say that people of your kind disappear with age and time, when the need for a companion no longer exists but how dare you, how dare you share so many moments and carelessly disappear afterwards?
You were a phantom and I thought of you everyday.
Are you still waiting at the park? Because I no longer know how to get there.
In the darkness, I still see you.
Though your soothing voice is slowly leaving and your wise smile fading, you remain undeniably special to me.