In the night he came for me; I don't know how I knew. I made my excuses and slipped away, and met him in the park. The lights were on, the storm was there, and lightning pricked the tarry sky. His quiet, his grin, and his cunning had not changed at all in many years. He was a traveler traveling light, but there he was. For me.
The smile I shared was not one familiar on my face, but time erases fault, guilt, and need. It was good to see him. It was good to slip to old comforts, feel the warmth of relief while starting new. Conversation was not lost in his reticence, and the night passed away.
Morning came, he left once more. I went home. I did not ask any questions of him to stain my present with our future.
Across the country he walked without a word. Ever traveling, ever light. I would dream of where he was, my angel of that night but never would I know for true. Slowly, my smiles grew cold and heavy again.
Somewhere, deep in darkness and miles away, he knew. Breaking laws of his nature he walked once more, back to me, my tears and my heart.
Was this a dream? Yes. Yes it was.
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