He was walking alright. Slow. Fast. Medium-paced. Walking through life and away from life. He fell. Suddenly. Unaware. Did he not see it coming? Or did he? And still allowed it thinking if it brings back that old touch, that smell, that sweat, those tears on his shoulders as he offered his handkerchief to him. Baby don't walk away. Hands touched. Held for a while and slipped away. Into the coldness. Into the aloneness. Into the void. Time passed. Times past. He forgets to forget when all he wants is to forget and get going. And yet and yet he falls again on his missing rib. And getting up and patting away the dusts of time is difficult. Very. And the heart, oh the heart, it cramps. Suddenly.