Lost Time

There are a thousand and one things I want to say about lost time, but no idea how or where to begin. You see, I know very well about what lost time is about, because by being away, and coming home for the last six weeks made me realise how important time is. You may think it's silly ranting here, but it struck home, for me at least, you see.

Being away in the past year means many things happened while I wasn't around and some changes are, well, things you'd least expected: outcomes which you kinda like, some you can't understand, and of course, others you don't like. And the worst thing about lost time is it's gone, forever. Sure, your friends filled you in with the stories and you listened, but that's what you only can do, listen. There were definitely times I could have done to help, at least a little, like pass on the kleenex, or share the joy of the good news, or even give a little pep talk. And because you weren't there to cry or rejoice together, the emotions that were stirred during the story-telling sessions are all but floaty.

And of course, it's just not the same anymore...