The Sunset
I recently picked up an ex-girlfriend from the airport in Indianapolis. It was one of those experiences that you wish you could give away to someone. The whole ride back there was a sunset. To be real honest about the whole debacle, I felt like I was a sunset. Everything going brilliant darker colors of itself until a final fade out. But I dropped her off before everything faded out completely. I dropped her off in time to fade out alone. With all her unending stories drying up like water on July sand in my head. If you’ve never seen water get sucked away by sand it’s not a big deal really. It just goes away by degrees. It’s not immediate, but if you turn to look at something else for a while you miss it. If you’ve never felt that someone that used to be important in your life is disappearing in front of you like a cheshire cat, then all’s well I guess. The thing is, the really important people, their voice and influence on you sticks around. It doesn’t sink away so much. It usually goes on resounding across your days like waves hitting the beach. they become you sometimes. this is not necessarily a good thing. I’ve seen it go either way really. Just like how laughter can sometimes be bad. really bad. Well, when everything was dark, and I was back home, and she was back home, with the two miles that separate us. I felt like the ocean must feel after the storms subside. I can hear the ocean asking, “All of that for what?”
