“Look out!” A horn blared; tires skidded across the road, leaving their marks as a break was harshly slammed. A single car lost control, a single person was caught in an accident.

*****

A beeping sound from a machine could be distinctively heard over the hushed murmuring of the people around me. I opened my eyes as I slowly regained my consciousness. I was unable to recognize my surroundings. There were several people in white coats looking down at me with concerned faces. I turned my head and saw peculiar wires attached to my body; connecting me to various machineries found in the room. “Where am I?” I asked, to nobody in particular. I didn’t want to hear any answers. I was looking for you, but you weren’t there. I started to panic. I tried to get up, but I found myself strapped to the bed that I was lying down on. My head started throbbing and there was an unbearable pain. The beeping sound became louder and more erratic. I needed to get out of here. I needed to find you. I struggled even more against the straps that bound me when suddenly someone jabbed me with a syringe. My vision blurred again as I dosed off into a dreamless slumber.

When I woke up again, I was alone in another room. Well, not alone, per se. There was a nurse there, but she paid no heed to me. My body felt sluggish, and it was still restrained to the bed. The moment I tried to struggle again an alarm rang and several people rushed in. Amongst them was a very exhausted couple. Again, there was an unbearable pain and I started to scream. Someone attempted to sedate me again, but the tired woman shouted over my screams, “Stop it! Can’t you see she doesn’t like being restrained like that? If you let her go, she will be fine!” After some consideration, I was cautiously released from my binds. The pain had subsided somewhat, and now I took the time to scrutinize the concerned lady in front of me. After what must have felt like forever, I popped the question, “Who are you?” She paled and seemed like she was about to faint. Her husband, I assumed, came by her side and hugged her as she started to sob. Then, he turned to me and told me that they were my parents. I stared blankly at them for a while. I had no recollection of them whatsoever. Apparently, I had lost my memories in an accident, something about a concussion to the head. They told me not to worry because I would get my memories back sooner or later. After a while, I agreed to follow them back to their house.

Even though my parents cared for me in whatever way possible, I still felt like a stranger. I could only remember that I needed to tell you something, something very urgent and important; something that I would come to regret if I didn’t say it.

I couldn’t cope with school anymore, and was forced to drop out. Every day was painful and frightening, having to live such a fake life that wasn’t mine to live. I figured that I could somehow get your attention by writing poems with you in mind. I started to write poems and publish them online at first. I shared my poems with anyone willing to listen and they, in turn, spread it amongst their acquaintances. Within months, my website became one of the most widely viewed websites in the world. Still I didn’t hear a single word from you. I started writing for an international magazine and became well known but still, I didn’t hear from you. Years flew by, and my poems had captivated the hearts of millions around the world. Yet, you weren’t one of them.

I had been writing these poems of my love for you for 15 years straight but there was still no reply at all. All I wanted was a glimpse at you; a mere word with you.

By the 16^th year, my memories finally returned and I burst into uncontrollable tears because I remembered… that you died 16 years ago. I recalled everything clearly: Just the day before your funeral, I wanted to tell you my feelings; that I loved you, but I just didn’t know how. I told myself, “I’ll tell him tomorrow, for sure.” But that tomorrow never came. Looking down at your pale body the next day, how could I accept that you were simply taken from me in a traffic accident? I lost my mind that night as they buried your body; and I stood in the middle of the road while dressed in funeral clothes. I was involved in an accident in my pathetic attempt to meet you and to finally tell you how I felt; but even so, I wasn’t able to. Somehow, I had survived with minimal injuries and lost my memories.

I accepted the fact that I couldn’t ever see you anymore, much less speak with you but I still loved you. I continued writing poems in hopes that someday I can get my feelings through to you. Maybe if I piled them high enough, would you be able to read them from up above?

-Terence