Watching

I cannot stop looking at him, watching his gestures, the way he moves. Some of it easily remembered and familiar. Some of it recalls nothing, but makes me wonder of what is to come.

The way he focuses at the computer screen, reading the news of the day, and sighs in disgust. How he walks about the house while on the phone, opening the fridge, but removing nothing. Sleeping, apparently soundly, but making jerking movements and strange sounds. Peering out the window searching for some sound that caught his attention. Standing facing the street while we shop in a store. On attention as we go outside our wire.

"Is that what he used to do?" I ask myself.

I will never know. It is what he does, at least for now.