I looked at you today. I looked at you for a good long while. I noticed through you, how we’re aging. We often spoke of this moment, when we were younger. One tends to romanticize it a bit. It is less romantic in the actual.
There is a fog of quiet between us. I see this as you go unaware, as to how my eyes follow you. You sit at your desk, before your papers, before your screen. Your eyes get tired. You temporarily remove your eyeglasses to rub at your eyes and to pinch at your nose. You then place the eyeglasses back over your eyes. The prescription is heavy and you can’t make without them. I remember a time when you could make out with eyes closed, each scar on my body. Now even with help, you barely think to roadmap your fingers over the places you were comfortably accustomed to.
Things slow down in reality. The vitality between people thins. We become rituals and customs. We become units afraid to break away. But we do, don’t we, eventually…
We leave. While still being here.
Yet, is this the way it must be? To be absent from our own hearts? Is there not some better way?
Challenges and alienation
Nighttime in the City - NYC on Flickr.
Nighttime in the East Village.
— Photo by RomanceLoveLust