this morning #2241.

this morning, i tore the loaf in two. reached across the table & placed his half into his thin, shaking hand. wondered when he’d last eaten. if his first bite was any indication, it’s been a while. i haven’t seen him all week. often when we’re not together, he simply doesn’t eat. gets fixated on other stuff & sort of forgets even though he definitely feels the hunger. i know he does. he’s told me so. it’s not right. a sad sight. every so often, i’ll suggest trying to get him help with his hangup. talk about what he can do to correct course. fix the issue. there’s only so much that i can do for him though. share food when i have it. conversation when i can. toss out stray suggestions but you can’t force a grown man to do what a grown man don’t want to do. horses led to water & whatnot.