Saturday, November 21, 2009

Missing

The good ones, they always go away. Why is that? Why this recurring pattern? Random, unlikely encounter. Lives entwine. Bonding. Trust. Doubt. Trust again. They give you somethiing you need without even knowing they are giving it to you. If you think about it, you are probably doing the same for them, but mostly you just see it from your point of view: they were not here, they are here, I cannot imagine them not being here.

And then they go. The good ones, they always go away.

8 comments:

Lola Lopez said...

I don't know what side I fall on but I'm always here, reading your words..

Kathryn said...

Bah! I'll be back. ;) Kicking your arse at Connect Four.

Lee Bemrose said...

Hey Maggie. Not many words to read these days, I'm afraid. The words might come back, but for now it's feeling like a bit of a dusty relic.

Kathryn Shreve... but you'll be gone again... most likely with your Kat tail between your Kat legs after having your arse utterly whooped at Connect Four.

(Wow - we've never even played before and suddenly I feel we're hyping this up into a rematch between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier... "I am The Greatest Connect Four champion this loungeroom will EVA see!")

Kathryn said...

Um, it IS like a fight between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier. You betta watch yo back. Practice, bitch. I got 20 years on you with this game. ;)

Lee Bemrose said...

Okay, it's agreed then: one game, one game only. One winner for all time based on this one round. No best of, no re-match. One game only.

Feeling a bit nervous now?

Kathryn said...

Nope. Bring. It. On. Sucka.

Lee Bemrose said...

No I think you are a little bit nervous. Just a little bit?

Lee Bemrose said...

Ah. You again. Hmm. Good point you raise. Something to chew over.