I saw you today. Down on the street. You didn't see me, and if you did you gave no indication. I saw you pause in front of a shop, peering in, pressing your nose to the glass, cupping your hands around your face to keep out the sun. Just rows of shoes. What were you looking for? Why weren't you at the old candy shop, or the cigarette depot, or the tailor's on the corner? Of course, I followed you. Every move. Watching. Waiting for the sign. The call to mayhem. Shaking the hair from your eyes, I catch the death shining, and I move. You're in my vision. I wander from you for a moment and wonder if you're really there at all. Being in your presence is like raising the dead. The ghost inside just pushes you through the substance of the living, just lingering long enough to ground you. I don't know, I guess I was feeling metaphysical. Probably exhausted. Right on the edge of it. There's never time for sleep. Or dreams, thank god. Something I don't need. So what do you need? You round a corner, and I'm there, I'm ahead of you. High above you. You're small from up here, and I can see the wind rushing through you, cool and heavy, crashing you. I thought too much that day. Too much like something good. My unconscious was running like anything. But I never lost you. Not once. My sight was always clear. You were always wrong. That was right. Crossing the street without looking, grinning like a wild thing, you're close. You know. But what? I knew I couldn't lose you. I had to keep up. I had to find your joy. Where are you going? To kill, to steal, to laugh high like you're in love, something? Or did I miss you? Am I dragging behind? Show me your eyes. Look at me and I'll find you. You're in the park, in the grass, something green. Meeting someone. Vandalism. Potential victims. Terror. I waited for you. You found what you were looking for. Sat in the park, laid down, spread your arms wide. The green and the gold glowing on your skin, eyes closed and you smiling like this was it. Everything. Your happiness. One day. And I lost you.