Everything wrong with this world

Carry on

"You're getting heavy." I said.

My childhood looked at me.

"You could leave me now."

"What? No way."

"You'll have to leave me eventually."

"Mmm. Nah. I'll carry you until my back breaks and I die."

My childhood jumped off mt back.

"I've gotta go anyways."

"Please don't go."

My childhood looked at me.

"I'm sorry."

I started tearing up, knowing I'll never see him again.

"Please. Take care of yourself. Know you're not alone." He said, and walked away.

His footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

I felt a tap at my shoulder.

"Hey. I'm Nostalgia, let's walk."

And we did.