I saw you in Walmart, of all places.
Orange polo shirt, tall as ever…
The last time I saw you, we were entering high school. We both disappeared for about the same reasons, you left first… I never heard from you again.
Then you passed straight by me as though I was a ghost; to be fair, I don’t look anything like the twelve year old I was. But I knew you.
My heart stopped, time stopped… for me. And you were gone. I tried to find you, but you slipped away, this time you the ghost.
Maybe next time I’ll catch you.