The Stranger

I found the necklace and map to a beach in a box addressed to me with no return address

It seemed strange ...

It was strange

What did this beach and this necklace have to do with me?

I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen that necklace before

Memories flash through my mind at lightning speed

I still can't figure out the connection

I am curious to see

The only way to find out is to go to the beach

I drove for several hours, and finally made it to the beach

However, it was nighttime

The beach was beautiful underneath the moon's glow

What's more, there was a beautiful song being played on a violin

I was entranced by it, I followed the sound of the song

Until I came upon a mysterious stranger

Dressed in a black suit with a black hat that cast a shadow over his face

That shadow made it even harder to see who he was

Why was he here?

Why was he playing a violin on the beach at night?

Was he here for me?

Why would he be here for me?

So many thoughts ran through my mind, befor he spoke

His voice was calm and sweet

His voice calmed my quivering heart

He said, "So you finally decided to show up?"

"You know, I have waited here for you for awhile?"

"I waited everyday for ten years to remember ".

"I waited everyday for ten years in the same place for you to come back".

I said, "I'm sorry sir, I don't know who you are?"

He said, "Oh trust me, you know who I am".

He took off his hat so that the moon shown on his face making it clear just exactly who this mysterious stranger was

"Do you remember now?"

I did remember

...

He was the part of me that I tried to kill so long ago

The necklace was the gift I was going to give my wife for our anniversary

The beach is where we got married

The song on the violin was the song that we danced to on our wedding day

It was also the song my wife wanted to have played at her funeral

She died fighting heart disease

She died and left me alone

I tried to kill those thoughts

The way was to kill the other part of me

Now is my last chance to kill him or I might find myself too overcome with grief and self pity that I might never recover