- I saw you and you didn’t see me. Where to go with no each other? We saw each other not being the case. We went our separate ways or we each went our own way. Make the best of it.
- In fact later that very same day I went home to change, thinking all the while of Robert Frost who wrote that home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
- Now let me say that, in my opinion, poetically speaking, that’s not a perfect line. Why do we need have to twice? Home is the place where, when you go there, etc. would be just fine with me. Then they have to take you in, that’s fine, whoever they might be.
- However, to each his own, his referring to Mr. Frost. First-hand experience. Just tune in for the asking I say to myself under my breath, before asking, again under my breath, where are the tickets?
- And in reference to the Robert Frost line, in my case, no they. I live on my own, though I am not the owner of where I live, I still have to open the door. I always have my key. In fact, I’m rather compulsive, always checking my pockets to be sure I have my key. Always asking myself under my breath do I have my key?
- Realizing that nothing had really changed because I did have my key and there were no tickets to begin with for there is more to see than meets the eye.
- To each his own I say under my breath, his, in this case, referring to myself. And began to wonder what I might find there, under my breath, besides this tendency to say to myself under my breath. If I would only take the time to explore. Would I need a flash-light?
- Now, referring to the first lines above, I saw you etc., no each other etc., our separate ways etc., you might assume there’s some kind of romantic disappointment involved here. Let me assure you, nothing could be further from the truth.
- And the reference to tickets, you might wonder what tickets? Why tickets? He did say there were no tickets to begin with. Theatre tickets, tickets for a concert, did he go home to pick up the tickets although there were no tickets to begin with?
- I can only ask, under my breath once again, can’t tickets be simply a dream of tickets? Theatre exists, concerts exist. A dream of a destination up ahead? Might the tickets exist well-hidden under my breath? Who are you anyway? A question to fall back on.