Let it be

I went looking for information. This is not something I typically do. When someone leaves your life, you just let them go. You don't try to see them again or stalk them on social media. 

At least I don't. 

But this time I kind of did, to a minor extent. Just enough to bring my image of the person out of the remote past and into the vicinity of the present. Just enough to move things around inside of me. Just enough to disturb my dreams a little.

The aftermath is this flat feeling. A dead spot.