Its Him.

I saw him again.
In a dream, a nightmare.
Almost half a decade passed,
But he still haunts me.

I saw him in his white checked shirt.
The one in which he was caught.
Hands bound in cuffs,
Eyes tired and desperate.

After all this time,
Still a narcissistic egoist
After all this time,
Still a boy who is lost.

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