What Have You Seen On Your Journey That Gives You Those Endless Eyes? Poem by c...sdb kind

I remember seeing him for the first time-
He was sitting hunch backed, he was smoking, He was thinking,
I spoke to him and realized he was not thinking, he was dreaming
When his voice hit my ear, I had to close my eyes
This poor sound, so pure, so fast, so sad to see a mind so unsure
He said he couldn’t hear me, he said he only existed in imagination
He told me that the convocation we were having was two sides, yes
But I could only see one. I agreed.
Why do we speak, I ask
We don’t
He walked away form me that day
He died
I never missed him
I hate him
He killed me