“Never sure when the truth won’t do
I’m pretty good on a lonely night
I move on the way a storm blows through
I never stay, but then again, I might.”— Kenny Chesney, “Better as a Memory”
I was looking through someone’s recent photos on Faceypages. (I swear that app will be my demise. If drowning the neighbors in our lake doesn’t do me in first.)
And I got to thinking how different he looks now that all has been said and done. (And admittedly more was said than done.)
There was a time when his eyes were brighter than any supermoon. Somewhere between my arrival and my final departure, I would guess. Now, I can’t find that light anymore.
Of course, I look at my own photos (of which I post relatively few now), and I could say the same.
I didn’t really connect the light going out in my eyes with his lesser role in the play that is my life. But then I notice a correlation between my own distance and the brightness of his own light.
I’m sure I’m hallucinating. But I wasn’t seeking this particular information. I just wanted to see if he looks happy now.
And though that ship has long since sailed, I just don’t get why I don’t look all that happy, either.
Pictured: Getting sloppy at Sloppy Joe’s, Key West 
“One day you’re gonna find someone
And right away you’ll know it’s true
That all of your seeking’s done
It was just a part of the passing through.”