Do you remember?

Do you remember that call you made?

A usual Monday noon, it was your smoke break time at office; time to dig up some graves and haunt, perhaps.

I was busy at my studio putting things together to close a long project, the way I had put closure to few acquaintances of life.

Everything was pretty usual.

Except for that call you made.

Remember?

It is said that...
Some people are people.
Some people are experiences.
You, my dear, are a hurricane
the one that I survived through

and I wont let you forget that!