There was always a certain delusion in his youth. As often as he cried his eyes wouldn't listen to the salty water in his cheeks.
And as I went on he just smiled everytime I left and said no more than "Be back soon if you may".
So the years passed and he just stood there with his everlasting inocence... In the half rain gentled by the queer blossom of some glint of pretensious light.
One day I came back a little earlier to find out with profound awe that he was not there...
The next day I tried to make it on schedule... He just replied "It wasn't the time... One shall not fool around...".
That's how I lost him... Forever in the abysm of a night (un)like so many others...
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