The way they look and see and go. Unable to slip a word in edgewise. Everything all at once but different times; missed tones in the afternoon. Expecting all receiving naught. Or aught. But chancing not to see.
Finding out after the fact. A decade or so. Time not wasted, trim-waisted, but lost. Everywhere a door slightly slammed or a future’s paths uncrossed.
Peregrinations. Relative importunities. Imputed fragilities, and frailties. Ah so.