And Through the Window...

 Friday on Halloween weekend.

Are you coming out?

I'll be at...

Come to...

No. I was in my office. Recording guitars. A record I had started last year, abandoned, and had recently come back to. I needed something to focus on. To pay attention to. To try to care about. Recording guitars with half a heart and just trying to say "hey, at least I did something today."

Scroll.

People posting costumes. Make-up. Parties. A world away.

I was in my office. Recording guitars. Half a heart. 

Strum the same chord slowly, repeatedly, and drift into the drone. One and one and one and one and

I turn the amp off. Set the guitar, my beautiful and beaten love, to the side. I couldn't do it. I wasn't there.

My sweater is on the floor behind the amps. The sleeve catches my eye and I see the knitting and the colors. I can feel the warmth of it. The touch. I must have thrown it off and lost it there. I must have forgotten. I've been forgetting everything.

Sit back in the chair and through the window night has come. I hadn't noticed.

Friday on Halloween weekend. 

Through the window.

A world away.

I am not here.