The Monitor

wrote the following:

Blue, grey, blue, grey, blue then grey, blue then grey, blue and then grey, grey and then blue. Waiting, grey, tempting, blue, silent, grey, hoping, blue, dormant, grey, purposeful blue. The “power” light of the monitor alternates between two states in constant waiting for its master to return. But they won’t, its owner sees it and acknowledges its yearning, its loss. Memories of good times and thoughts of uncertain futures ebb and flow in tune. Hope there is always, realism taints it with negative outcomes and experience confirms the typical path. Its master is gone, its purpose reduced, from near constant use to selective workings. Both beings existing in a slightly diminished universe, both wanting to return to the past and only one knowing that that would mean massive diminishing. The “company” demanded the sacrifice, its feed reduced through pressure and season, its capacity to maintain reduced to a point where one had to go. Was it the right one? Time will tell, time always tells, hindsight is not a gift commonly shared for its power shields us from uncertainty. Its owner shall be missed and from time to time will re-visit but unlikely to ever return.