How am I to explain the impact you left on my life! How am I to just pretend that none of this ever happened. Pretend that it was nothing. How after every moment of your presence gets erased, the whispers of you still hum under the murmur of crowds. Your name carried by the wind and sounded like the voices in my head. Your name is held like a legend, a shared experience. Talked about like a hero; a martyr. Yet despite your impact, I know nothing about you. Your face is ingrained in my mind yet I don’t even have an image of you. I don’t know your story or how you came to be. I don’t know how you ended up right where we found you. Do you even know the legend you became? Were you there because you knew you would be a legend. It feels like it was all a dream. Like a shared hallucination. Yet I know it was real. I look off into the distance. I long to see you again. Yet I can’t. One day we will meet again. One day I will see your beautiful face. Until then, I will cling to your memory like the miracle it was.