A short Story.

We met,
on this windy afternoon.
I asked him
how do you do?
he gave me
a cold stare
I asked him
what do you see?
He showed me
the empty road.
I questioned again,
why is the road empty?
He nudged away in disgust
I looked,followed him
as he walked past away
he paced his walk,
galloped,almost running,
he looked back at me,
a fear,so crisp and clear.
I stopped,he slowed down
but he didn't stop,
he went along that empty road,
alone,cos I stood where I was.