Tell Me Something, Would You Please?

Just now.

That's when things began to close in on me.

Just this second.

I was thinking of something, and suddenly thinking of something else, and suddenly they were sitting there staring like they tend to do and asking questions of me with only their eyes.

The Old Ghosts.

This time they brought memories.

Memories of a soft embrace, memories of gentle words, memories of moments I'd long since forgotten and moments I've tried so hard to forget.

Memories that remind me of things I'm missing.

Or of things I've never had.

Odd.

There is nothing different about today. Nothing has happened, nothing has sparked a fire inside of me, or stirred up long buried longings. Nothing.

But still...

Here I am. Sitting in this theater, the lights gone dim around me, I the audience of only one, wondering if the show's already over.

Or if it's just begun.