Remember the time you stopped to take a peek at the dead man?
I remember the expression in your eyes as you saw the blood trickling from his torn abdomen.
You trailed your glance toward me and then shied away when you caught me looking at you.
We rode back home in silence. Our cycles squeaked rhythmically every time the tyre came a full round.
You occasionally turned over your shoulder to look at me.
I shuddered a bit.

I remember the feeling of being with a stranger for the days to come.

Today I shudder. As I dream of that day.
I roll over to see you sleeping peacefully on your side of the bed.
Still a stranger.

I dream of seeing you. That little boy with a malicious smile.

Just once.