Letters to Elijah

ONE

Dear Elijah,

It was my first day back.

Mom said te cancer was gone,

for now.

Everything happened exactly as i imagined.

I got the pity stares.

I got the welcome flowers.

I got the 'you deserved it' comments.

I got the 'were you pregnant?' jokes too.

What i didn't get was my empty spot behind the school cafeteria.

You were there.

I had heard of you.

Leather jackets and cigarretes.

They said you work for a gang.

You kill.

And steal.

And kill.

I smiled and waved.

Then politely asked you to leave.

You didn't answered so i huffed and sat next to you on the wooden bench.

It was my bench.

I told you about my day,

you didn't seem to care.

I liked that.

Little did i know you were listening.

I gave you half my sandwich.

Little did i know that was the only thing you had eaten in two days.

And i started thinking, what are you doing for you to not eat in two whole days?

It seems weird until,

we talked, and be comfortable to each other.

Well, i talk and you listened, or not.

I wished you goodbye.

I think it might be our bench now.