𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐸𝑙𝑖𝑗𝑎ℎ ,

It was my first day back.

Mom said the cancer was gone ,

for now.

Everything happened exactly as I imagined.

I got the pity stares.

I got the welcome back flowers.

I got the 'you deserved it' comments.

I got the 'were you pregnant ?' jokes too.

What I didn't get was my empty spot behind the school cafeteria.

You were there.

I had heard of you.

Leather jackets and cigarettes.

They said you work for a gang.

You kill.

And steal.

And kill.

I smiled and waved.

Then politely asked you to leave.

You didn't answer so I huffed and sat next to you on the wooden bench.

It was my bench.

I told you about my day ,

you didn't seem to care.

I liked that.

Little did I know you were listening.

I gave you half my sandwich ,

Little did I know that was the only thing you had eaten in two days.

We talked.

Well , I talked and you listened , or not.

I wished you goodbye.

I think it might be our bench now.