An imaginary conversation about being lost

Can you tell me what happened?

I don’t want to.

You asked for me, so I’m here.

You don’t have to be here. You can leave.

You want me to leave? Why did you ask for me if you don’t want me here?

It’s not that, but you shouldn’t be here.

If there’s something I can help you with, I want to.

You can’t help me.

Do you know how you got here?


What do you remember?

I can’t talk about this with you.

Why shouldn’t I be here?

You don’t want to be involved in this.

Your brother said you asked for me and put me on the visiting list. So I’m here.

Please don’t.


Don’t treat me like I’m crazy.


The way you’re looking at me. I can’t stand it.

Obviously I’m worried about you.

It’s none of your business.

If I’m your friend, and you asked for me, I hope that means I can be concerned.

You’re not concerned. You’re gloating.

Gloating because you’re here? No. God. No. 

You’re smiling. I can’t stand it. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m fine. 

Smiling is my default nervous face. Why are you here?

It isn’t my fault. I’m a good person. 

Of course you’re a good person. No one is questioning that. 

They are. Everyone thinks I deserve this. 

Can you tell me what happened?


No, you can’t or no you won’t?

No. I don’t know. Don’t remember. 


You don’t believe me, do you?

Actually I do. What’s the last thing you remember?

Being at work. Then I was here. 

Nothing in between?

No. Everyone keeps asking me. No. 

Has anyone told you?


Do you believe them?

I don’t want to. Did they tell you?

Your brother did. 

And you’re here anyway?

And I’m here anyway. 


You asked for me. You probably don’t remember.  

No. You aren’t here because you love me?

Dumb ass. That too. My time is up. Would you like me to come again?

Heh. I can always make you come again. 

Well that’s promising, anyway. You’ve still got the sense of humor of a 12 year old. 

Somethings never change.

Love you. 

Always. Even when I don’t want to remember anything else.