I remember the time where I held your hand and saw your smile. We walked the streets of Berkeley, carrying water bottles to your room. How you laughed at me when I asked if I was too fat and hugged me right after. We would tease each other, all in fun.

Now I imagine you’re walking with me through mazes or kissing my forehead telling me goodnight.

I haven’t seen you in a while

You’re starting to become a ghost too.