Mikes Thoughts

then writing and beers

Some days it’s a blog day. Just feels when I sit at home I must not sit at home. So this comes.

beer

Perhaps because I heard from a friend gone from Cambodia for months. R was this person I could talk to. We would sit hours on end at Time Coffee and hold forth on all manner of things. None too big or small. Always just the right amount of thoughts, moments, words. Life seemed ready for us to poke at. He left last year to take care of family issues and that bottom fell out. There was no one any more to find the times with. Perhaps it was then I started writing more in the journal. I needed something confidential. Something to take and give. To find and lose. The words then tumbled out. I think for months.

Now he comes back. It always seems we just pick up from where we left off before. Like the paragraph was only paused. The meaning held. The confidences inviolate.

Flash it forward

And WhatsApp gleams. Notifies. I find perhaps we will meet at that same place in a month. It never changes with R. He comes back but I think won’t be happy here. His life really is in Vietnam. So perhaps he stays and we talk but I think he will leave again. Vietnam is a passionate but impatient spirit. It demands in whispers. Holds hearts and souls.

And we will see.