That you can’t even be there when I get there

He’s losing it. He doesn’t even know it but he’s losing it.

It’s like when the keys are half way out of your pocket and you’re unaware. Seeing the keys just hanging there, but unable to say- Hey man, your keys are falling out. Somewhere throughout the day- keys are dropped. Unbeknownst where, leaving a mess of a time trying to find them. Backtracking your every move. Realizing how much you should have just ensured they were secure. Dealing with the aftermath of replacing locks, getting new keys. The price you pay for simply losing one set of keys.

I feel it. I see it. I know it. It’s familiar to me. It’s what happens.

I’ve tried talking and pointing out the obvious signs. I’ve realized though- the signs weren’t pointing towards him. They were directed at me. I’m the one losing the keys here. Losing keys is hard.