Lost

There once was an old man who, on one night, while resting in a chair, that was sitting on a porch, thought to himself the most curious of things. And this, that he thought, to put quite simply, was a question that most in their short lives have asked, and that is, what if. What if he just suddenly packed up and left town without so much as a whisper would anyone even miss him. And the answer, that he didn't want to believe or say, was no, which was a response, that in time, convinced him to do exactly that. And so, the next day, with the coming of the moon, the man quickly began to pack up his belongings for the long journey ahead. And as he did, a little bird landed on the ledge of a window, that the old man had looked through on many occasions, and began to sing. And the song this bird sang was so amazingly beautiful that it left the man with a feeling of bittersweet for you see the little bird had been doing this very thing ever since the old man was young and he knew that when he was

gone he would never hear this song again but despite knowing this the man continued to pack anyway.
And once he was done, he locked up the house, then off he went, knowing in his heart, that no one would notice or even care that he was gone.
But then, one afternoon, as the sun trailed behind him, a message came to the old man, which caught him by surprise, who, as it were, was now, many years later, far away from the house that he had left. And it had been delivered by a small boy who he knew not. And on this note, was a simple request, that being, would you care for a nice cool drink of water? And this is when the man asked the boy who was standing next to him––
“And who gave this note to you son?”
And the boy replied, “The man I work for sir.”
“Oh? And who is this man that you apparently work for? Does he have a name?”
“And yes sir, he does, just like any other I suppose,” the boy said. “And his name is Mel. And he runs the post office.”
“Ah, I see. And so then, was he the one who sent