Zombie

I heard that he had terminal cancer,
This once tormentor of mine,
I remember how I hated him,
He made me feel like dirt,
Stupid,
But since I heard that he has just months to live,
Only fond memories come flooding back,
Us laughing and feeling like we were getting away with murder,
I was a part of his world,
On the inside,
Protected,
I remember the times it was just him and me,
Deprived of an audience he did not mock me,
He seemed ill at ease,
Shy even,
He visited me in dream last night,
He was a Zombie,
His skull was visible and his flesh was hanging,
“But you’re dead?” I said stepping back in alarm,
He sneered at me,
Looking to see that someone would hear his next line,
His eyes twinkled “That’s right mate but I’d sooner be dead than be like you!”