Georg lifted his pale blue inside oystershell blueishwhite eyes towards him 

                                                                              he could see their light fade 

I was gonna say.  Georg said

Yah

Yah

You were going to say 

                                      Ya gonna say

Georg pointed an index finger like the barrel of a revolver at his skull 

                                                                        It’s tucked away in there. Safe and sound.

Tucked it into your Rolodex 

                           as he motionedtwisted his wrist made a fluttering sound twisted againfluttered  twisting  fluttering 

        The Rolodex you havent either alphabetised or titled your thoughts 

                                                                             again twisting his wristmaking a fluttering sound 

It’s there. Eventually I’ll find it.

But not in time for this conversation 

Yes. Likely not in time for this conversation.

Or in other words 

                    Lost

Misplaced.

Semanticsshesh

1545,  Saturday,  22  5. 21

1411,  SunnyDay,  23  5. 21

Sinatra  High Hopes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_HvBDorpzE