An Empty Stairwell
Like a river leave all that was behind... "The truth is my son, You have no Enemies...No one does." I recognized you in that theatre when I looked around in that room, but did not think anything of it ...I guess a flurry of memories flew into my way, and I felt lost in betwixt and between what was flooding from the past, and the immigration of Latinos on that projection screen. ...I noticed you ran out as if you saw my aur of a ghost in the back of that room lurking into your soul, but I felt as though maybe I was the ghost you saw right through that whole time. I've known you've been back for a few months, and that hasn't really been an issue at all. Your memories flood my thoughts pretty frequently, and it's probably cause it's a lesson on what I do not want to end a friendship like again. I do miss those times, I can't deny that. I oft think of those things and times. Didn't think much of anything other than to chuckle when you ducked in that c...