And so I lay aloof, staring at the clouds, whispering softly as they pass. Incoherent, but audible nonetheless. I turn my head ever so slightly and gaze upon what most others would merely overlook. For among the masses, a single blade of grass tugs at my attention. I, now like this, viewing – in an entirely unique perspective – the world around me, slowly begin to wonder; would I be this way now if I had not met you then?
I'm seeing you again after nearly a decade of repressed memory. I pluck the spear of grass from its origin and turn it in my fingers in a state of agitation, and in spite of myself I'm thinking of our last meeting. Both the joy and the sorrow, the love, the hate, the pain, the misery it had caused.
After my final bruising encounter with you, I had buried your memory in a dark recess of my mind. There, imagining you lost and forgotten among so many others long-since deceased, in the city where we both met. The very same where I had lived but a short while, lonely and resentful; that very same which even today I still observe with a kind of suspicious fascination. The very same where we both loved and lived the life around us, living as one, both student and sensei.
Among other things, you taught of loving your natural and psychological world, our first lessons on such a subject beginning with the like, a simple blade of grass. From there you taught me how all have their own meaningful place in the world, and how important it was to live life to its extent, "for once you've been plucked from your stem, there's no way to return a seed."
I did not understand then what I now perceive to be precious words, spoken by my beloved. Unfortunately, my spiritual connection to yours would soon lead to your inevitable downfall, for my careless emotions caused confusion and chaos. For noticing them, you betrayed me, raping me of my innocence, my childhood. I vividly remember that fateful day, the smell of gunpowder, the pistol remaining in hand, I fall to my knees, weeping furiously.
Dark clouds rumble in, jousting me from my dark, depressing memories. A raindrop falls on my face, soon followed by tears as I toss the blade of grass away, along with your memories once more.