6 months later you approached me, I could see your shadow behind the sunglasses. You asked me how I've been and started to explain how you've been looking for me all these months. How could I tell you that I've been here the whole time, remained unmoved? So I just smiled and you continued blabbering about how happy you were to meet me again.
"About the white cane, did you remember?" I asked.
You were a bit offended by my question. "Of course, how could I — the one who made the promise — forget?"
But even then, every second that we spent, you never once mentioned the white cane. Maybe I was too greedy to ask for something I was promised, but what can I say? I'm merely a lost and hopeless blind man with nowhere to go, living bench to bench, just trying to survive.
Yet, you lied. You lied to a desperate blind man with no remorse, and to make it worse — you told me you weren't going to visit again.
So before that happened, I left. Not that I wanted to, but it was something you hoped for. I spared you weightless guilt and it turned me into a leaver.
I stopped sleeping at the benches around your radar. Even though I was homeless, I made sure my home was shut, my windows were sealed, and my door was locked. Even though you weren't looking for me, I made sure to stay hidden. I was pushed to leave, so I made sure to stay gone.
And I hope you would too.
