that was that

i saw him for the first time ever
the one who stole my soul away
he came to me in a dream
i didn't know him
i had never seen him before
yet it was him
he is the one
why there is no doubt i can't explain
he knew exactly what he had done
he didn't seem sorry
or even indifferent
he just didn't remember
i was just another set of digits
on a page
just another page
one of countless pages
that passed before his bespectacled eyes
on any given day
of his any given week
an odd colorless fellow
cold and metallic
nothing special about him
but his brow
not so much wrinkled
more like etched
with deep angry furrows
they seemed older than he could possibly be
why ?....i cried
why have you taken my soul away ?
he briefly blankly stared at me
then turned away
as if to turn another page
and that was that