Found
There was once a lonely wanderer, who wandered and wandered and found nothing, because he didn’t know what he was searching for. In fact, he didn’t know what was worth searching for.
He was always alone, because he chose to be. He had no past; for he had lost that long ago.
He walked from street to street, careful not to show his face for it often attracted unneeded attention. Sometimes he would cry at night and wonder why. Why was he empty if he did not remember how it felt like to be whole to begin with, for he had no past he could speak of and none he could remember.
Sometimes, he smiled. He smiles at the children who wave to him in the park. He smiles to the people who offer the same smiles to him. He was a kind wanderer, but his smile was often broken.
He remembered the traffic accident that broke him a long time ago, that stole his past. And he couldn’t see a future. But he was always longing, and so he wandered even when there was nothing to find.
He had once seen a billboard, of a man who looked painfully familiar to him. He felt his heart break at the sight and he broke down crying right on the streets as people stared. He didn’t know why he cried, but perhaps that was because he felt whole again. He never went back to that bill board, for he was scared of the pain that one man could cause him.
“Tegoshi?”
A vaguely familiar name.
“Te…Tegoshi?”
The wanderer turned slowly to find that billboard staring right back at him.
“Th…Thank goodness.”
“Ya…”
The name was stuck somehow, because he was crying too much to speak.
The billboard held him tightly, as though completing something and the billboard did not want to let go.
“Yama…”
He felt as though he was being filled up all over again.
“Yamapi.”
The lonely wanderer did not wander anymore, for he had been found. He was not lonely anymore, for he had found.
“I’ve found you.”
“Yup, you finally did.