Another hello, said without thinking.
Why do I even greet this person if I don’t care about them?
What sort of person if I am if I don’t.
Oh yeah, someone who is rude;
Others will notice me, deride me,
So I better say hello just to ensure that doesn’t happen,
Yikes, I just realized, saying hello to someone I don’t know is all about me.
Not about greeting them.
I wonder if others feel that way about me?
For several days the feeling of isolation increased,
Followed quickly by a need to reflect,
Determining if all the separation was made for a purpose,
Well beyond the frustration being caused, to a simple, yet addled brain.
Which of course it was; and there was meaning sitting alongside me all the while.
The short version is the there is no past,
Only the present revisited.
Then savored and recorded for later consumption.