sunset                                                                              

the sun was going down again                                                                                              

he was missing his partner-in-crimethey had not seen the sun set together since early October

it pained him he knew the exact date  October 12

it pained him that she didntshe seemed obliviousshe blamed her illness for her pitiful memory

he shrugged(a mercy he allowed himself) and chalked it up to his long long memory a memory even his parents thought was bizarre  Why would you remember that you were maybe a year old

they must have forgot he was a fat baby he didnt walk until he was twohis younger brother walked before him and since he sat on his ass like a pat of butter on a pancake on the floor or in his playpen he assumed he was observant
the fat of his brain trained itself to watch and retain what might otherwise have been inconsequential details and experiences

he had a long long fucking memory

for years it was their practise their time for a beer perhaps with a shot of spirit to sip and relish the end of day their practise to conversation a playtime a time which never lacked impetus and skewed often to the fantastic  as convened by a storyteller and an artist

topics relentless rolled from their tongues like water worrying stone  and the stone grew dull  was effaced and eroded

they never gave a thought to their ceaseless sunsets 

                                      until suddenly they stopped

and left a gaping Hole in their relationship

he couldnt help but wonder if it would be again

he was becominglaugh he was insecure when did that occur to him  he thought rather it was him becoming impatient insecure  at least be honest with yourself so you can be honest with her however her new pronouncementsvernacular didnt help his state of mind  i’m sorry i’ve been mia

ah  m-i-a  missing in action

her curt mia was followed by  i think i need to continue being selfish and introspective. maybe that’s strange. or cruel.

i don’t know.

texted

not words out of her mouth

speaking and texting were two different things

he felt when serious things needed to be said that there was an inherent cowardliness texting them

as he learned and understood that some people de-friended others on-line and rather too when he overheard someone say they had been dis-invited from an event  on-line

de-friend  dis-invite

What the fuck?!

apparently the sun he knew set differently these days

a sun he had no intention of following

1705,  Monday,  16  1. 17