I think I had friends once, now I have obligations and appointments. Things discussed, then forgotten. Lists of chores, TV schedules, and things to fix. Books never read, just time spent alone… a book club of one. I tell the world a lot of things, while keeping volumes hidden to myself. Baggage that needs unloading, not parceled out in sentences in the correct tense. A shoulder to lean on. Those anyone remember?
I think I remember, but it wasn’t on a video chat. It was a bike ride or a few steps away. It was wrapped in a towel, sitting on lawn furniture, or parked in a car out by the water. It was stumbling with words and emotions. It was fear, it was madness, it was joy. It was something I can barely remember. Just as letters appear on this screen and quickly fade away.