Indifferent acquaintances

Forgotten

I can't remember how long it's been since I last spoke to my family...
They probably don't even remember me anymore...
I can't even remember who I am..
or what happened to me..
all I Know is...
I'm dead..
a wondering soul trapped in an endless loop..
suffocating in a cloud of amnesia..
forever kept, trapped if you will in this prison of an endless existence...
I can still smell the rain and hear the wind howl through the leaves on the dying autumn trees..
I can taste the rain it's bitter and salty and cold when it hits my transparent tongue..
yet the thing that I can't seem to let go from isn't all of this..
it's him
the quiet, passionate guy who gave me such comfort even though..
he didn't even know me
he couldn't see me
Hear me
or feel I was there
he knew nothing of my existence
yet he still gave me comfort in this rotting existence I experience everyday
not able to escape until my corporeal body finds peace.

I find myself returning to the place he usually sits, under a tree in a park everyone has long forgotten. He just sits there in silence, taking in the scenery he seemed to be a placid boy someone not easily disturbed by others fully focused on the stories he read shaded by the birch tree I never did see him sit in the sun from what I saw he liked the comfort of the shade and seemed to enjoy the smell of on coming rain and the sound of the autumn trees just as I did.

He read many novels ones consisting of mostly sad stories stories with cynical characters and slice of life plots, I often watched him read laying on my stomach on the patch of grass next to him glancing at his books, he hardly looked up once he was fully focused on his stories like he was distracting himself from something. I can hardly remember what I was like when I was still living probably the same as any old teenage boy in the modern day world grumpy, irritated at his parents same old shit.. but no this boy was different he didn't show too much emotion on his mainly expressionless face not even when reading his books, I wanted to figure him out see what his life was offering him it's not like I had better places to be... there's only one thing to do when you float around in endless existence unable to find peace.. watch humans go about there everyday lives and hope you see something interesting.