Day 22 — Gone but not forgotten

I don’t know who you were. I don’t know whether you were a man or a woman, a boy or a girl. I don’t know who you were, but I know what colour your blood was.

I don’t know who you were. I don’t know what your name was or where you were from. I don’t know who you were, but I know that you were wearing trainers, the left laces tied so tight that your foot came off with it.

I don’t know who you were. I don’t know what happened to make you feel so hopeless. I don’t know who you were, but I know that I will never forget the feeling of the train hitting your body as you jumped.

You may be gone, but not forgotten.