I am not long gone.

prompt: I see the tears in your eyes, not in mourning, but fear.

I pushed past you, stumbled uselessly through the crowd. I came to an abrupt end when my head hit the pavement and that is how I had wished to die at that moment; tumbling forward to inevitable fate, caused by a gentle caress of your figure, your hand reaching, desperate.

I see the tears in your eyes, not in mourning, but fear. The blood trickled down my chin, across my face from the top of my head. I'd hit a corner and hit it without grace. I reminded you of your mortality, morality, and the ever lasting reality that you have to live with guilt, the guilt of killing someone you did not know, but in those moments I saw you I fell in love.

You heave me up with arms stronger than mine, you stumble with legs weak and shaking. You carry me past faces, people walking by, but in our own moment, we both know I am gone. I am gone, and I will be free when you let me go. I will be free when you realize that the nook, the cranny that my soul once rested in is not vacant and that your touch is making me stay, your fear, your realization is holding me here, like a chain around a broken ankle.

You click away from here, remembering your fault. I am not long gone, I am not far away. I live on.

Author's Note

Not edited. Not checked for grammatical issues say as you wish.