Our paths crossed shortly once upon a time in Lima,
Now only remembered in superficial, but eternal, Facebook posts
Including the photo I took of you
You were a friend of a friend
That joined us on a ill-planned trip to Huaraz
You were quiet, but still seemed to enjoy yourself
I’m not sure.
In the picture you sit cross-legged
Staring without emotion into the camera
Your back to one of the most beautiful scenes in your country
What did you think of it?
When you died, your country’s newspaper took that same picture from Facebook
And published it alongside your death The comments on the post are disgusting.
They couldn’t care less.
You’re just words on a page.
With a picture attached.
They have NO claim to it.
But then again,
neither did I.
Do I now?
Death makes acquaintances claim to be best friends, just for the attention.
I despise it.
My friends do this too, maybe so do I.
You un-friended me on Facebook after I left, along with most of the other friends you met on the trip.
But the thing is, I never even noticed
Perhaps it is strange to mourn you. But I have known too many friends that met the same fate:
Different journeys, same destination. Maybe your paths will cross now.
Now you are away from the pain that plagued you.
Que en paz descanse, Emilio.