Remembrances

He walked past beside me. His hair is long and grey and straight, almost below the level of his lungs. I think his name is Jesse, I can't remember, he was one of the guys playing their guitars during cultural events in the university, singing freedom songs, they never tire of these, they've always loved it anyways, and when I saw him again yesterday while walking, I felt he still have the same passion, and I envy him.

When I realized it was really him that I know a long time ago, not as a friend, but maybe, a brother in principle, I tried to speed up my pace to catch up with him, but he's too fast. And after months of not going to the same place to walk or jog, I felt I'm running out of breath. He started to get smaller and smaller from my vision, and its getting dark. I noticed his head is tilted to his right, as if there is some weight on the right side of his body making him do so. After a while, I saw him take out from his pocket a piece of paper? What is it? It might be a poem, a list of names, an agenda for a meeting. He might go to Vinzons Hall or maybe somewhere else. I cant catch up with him anymore. Its getting dark.

After a few minutes of walking, I saw him again, hugged a woman, a friend maybe, accompanied by a man, and they all walked/ jogged together. And I felt relieved. I didnt know why. Its getting dark at that hour. After circling the academic oval for three times, its time to go home. Next weekend, I hope to go back again. I might not see him again but there is always that same nostalgia that will never go away.