Version 32.0
There is nothing like watching a game live,
mesmerized by the movement, monitoring
the build up, the play development, the shot,
the score, the roar of a rabid audience, the
palpable joy while it happens in real time.
But dating someone new, filling them in
on your life is like replaying the highlights,
an abbreviated review of the choicest bits
curated for an audience that can never know
the experience, manufactured memories.
And every time you have to give the speech,
the story gets shorter, details get trimmed,
another ounce of emotion siphoned off,
knowing it might all be for naught, and
nothing you say will make a difference.
And at some point your realize that while
you are desperately trying to get someone,
anyone, to recognize the story of your life
as significant, you have stopped making
new memories, and the old ones aren’t
getting
it
done.
