All I Did Was Grow

I stroll the paths through which I used to play as a kid, they no longer smelt of baby powder and sweets. Instead, the grasses have gotten so full and I wondered if I missed my way.

Standing outside the house, I look in awe at the emptiness on the street. These places were always filled with kids, balls, and noises. But now, the echo of a pin drop will be as loud as barrels falling on cold tar road.

There is a group page where they all meet and on par, I joined. It was all empty except for threads of old news, spam, and awoof. At times, they discuss a thing or two, chattering happily, I guess. Most were gossips and I didn't take interest in that. Instead, I scroll through their pictures and all I see are happy smiles on empty faces.

My name was mentioned a few times, I could have answered but the conversation was always long over before I found it. And even then, I have no desire to.

Stepping outside, I hear questions, "where have you been?", " you just disappeared.", "why didn't you say hi when you arrived?". All I did was smile. I had no explanations to give.

Now I'm returning to my base and like a thief in the night, I slunk away never to be seen until another festivity.