Switch it off.
Lost to the unyielding threads of time, unravelled at a great many different places, now working towards goals not known to one another. Yet if we dare to go back far enough to see how the paths once crossed and intertwined, perhaps things will take a slight turn for the better.
The revelation that we were once partners, classmates, colleagues, associates. Warm and knowing smiles; occasional show of teeth; entertaining water cooler conversations; telepathic, mute understandings; unintended tango-dancing over right of way. Versus: soulless eyes at bus stops; invisible glass panes on a crowded street; white blank ear-less walls of silence; stone-cold empty reflections; alien, unliving sounds in the neighbourhood.
And then it is back to donning the very masks that turn us inside out and all around; that no one else knows or sees but only ourselves.
Would it be better to know than to not have known at all?
And that is why I am not sorely missed.