Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking like a mocking heartbeat. The words wouldn’t come. He’d planned to write a heartfelt email, a digital bridge across the chasm of time. It felt pointless. He'd tried to rekindle their friendship, but his words, his memories, fell flat. He ran into Sam last week at a concert. He recalled being inseparable. Sam greeted him with a polite, puzzled look, then politely questioned the truth of the shared memories. The keyboard seemed to weigh a ton on his lap.