Nightfall stitches the day’s loose thread,
My pen weaves, a diary for stories unsaid..
The world sleeps, and the stars don’t care,
Tomorrow awaits, and we're all almost there...
Dear Diary,
Today was a routine work-from-home day. I used the opportunity to fix my car - the fan issue I mentioned earlier. Even though it’s working now, I’ll take the bus tomorrow - a fiscally prudent decision.
I brought meals for old classmate today at the carwash. I didn't stay long though, partially because he had work to do, and partially because I could feel his embarrassment - I think. So I made some light hearted remarks, and I escaped.
The engine breathes, but the coins weigh the road,
A silent beast now, but tethered to “owed.”
We mend the broken, yet break that which is whole,
Austerity’s arithmetic, and the tax on the soul.
Sometime around noon, I attended a virtual interview for a company I don’t plan to join. It was just practice, I guess. I had given them my word to show up, and I simply went through the motions. No doubt I would probably get a "thank you for your interest, but" mail in the near future.
Work meetings ate up the rest of the day. It appears that time slips faster when you’re not really present...
Today I wore my answers like a rented attire,
A script rehearsed for no stage, so no fire..
Applause for ghosts, encores for dust,
Practice makes perfect, but rust makes rust...
Dear Diary, I saw my boy again today. Did I mention he's currently with his mum at her mum's place? Yeah, I have been staying alone for a while now... At least until he is old enough to be comfortable in a daycare. Wifey has resumed work, so we can't just leave him alone. It is a good thing her parents stay really close. So on days I work from home, I try to see him as much as I can. I miss his sweet smile. These days, fatherhood is a collage of glimpses: a wobbly wave, a mashed banana grin. The house feels too quiet, even with the fan’s whir.
My boy’s laughter lives in another room,
A grandmother’s lullaby, and emotions on zoom..
I trace his grin through a LED lighted glass,
It's fatherhood’s math: so close, yet vast...
These walls, once loud with his very first cry,
These walls, now loud with borrowed goodbyes...
#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes
Goodnight Diary...