“To say goodbye is to die a little” I quoted. I knew him. We knew each other. I nursed him when he got shot during world war two. We said goodbye and I really did die a little. I’m looking at him now. He’s looking at me. we found ourselves sitting on the same bench at the same time. fate or coincidence? He looks me in the eye and asks me if I wanted to get some coffee and catch up. I really did fancy him then but not anymore. Everything’s just a blur now.” I choose to forget about the past,” I tell him. He understands me and we are not more that old friends. but is that all? There’s something odd about him. He looks empty. Lonely. If he is, why? Why empty?