His shadow led him away from evening. Turning to catch the falling of the sun the path of his life was clear, scuffed through the grass of experience and forgotten lovers. He turned away again and closed his heart. Forward, always forward, until the end.
The first time I shared a box set with you
The first time I shared a box set with you, it was play play play all the way. No hold, no pause, from disk to disk and day to day, episodes one through six without eating or drinking or sleeping. No thought. Why should we rewind when we’re forwarding so fast? What’s next? What’s next in our cliffhanger story? Next disk.
Then one day I watched a show without you and our stories parted. I was sorry, we paused and thought, then one of us rewound, rewound so far I could never catch up. I found myself spun off then deleted, episodes nine to twelve still in their shrink wrap, tidied away in the cupboard of unfinished dreams.