Lame traffic earring- part one

He'd always pick on me,

about a specific "lame traffic earring."

And he'd always be talking about dirty things, and then accuse me of thinking about them.

It used to really annoy me.

And now I miss it.

I miss him.

How he'd ridicule me,

and I'd fight back.

It's not like we fought in front of people.

I only actually got to know him for a day-

before he was gone.

For real this time.

He made a wish, 

and he got it.

But at what cost?

Was it really worth it?

I thought I'd never see him again.

How could I?

He was dead.

For real this time.

He died in my arms.

And it's not like you can magically come back.

But days later-

there he was.

Sitting next to another one of my friends.

He was calling her a Daikon.

But that didn't matter-

He was there-

he was alive.

Or so I thought.

He was there, just not living anymore.

I ran to him, tears falling down my face, 

I was calling his name,

but when he looked up, 

there was no recognition in his eyes.

He thought I was a stranger.

He sounded so much like the person I knew.

There was no way he didn't remember me.

No way.

How do you not remember?

You said I have a lame traffic earring!

You always entertain dirty thoughts, and then call me a pervert! Don't you remember? Mi-

My throat closed up.

Because somebody new was here.

The person that killed my best friend.

Of course he can't remember you, he's just made of spare parts.

An artificial apparition, if you will.

It was hard, not being able to jump at him,

we were in a new place, and I couldn't trust that I wouldn't fall-

there was a long way down.