after we said goodbye, i took a walk, but i didn’t get very far. i wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, wishing i had pockets in my sweater. it’s a nice feeling, sometimes, wandering through the sea of people spilling over the sidewalks. but tonight it was a little too cold and crowded, and i would have rather been back in my apartment, sitting on the carpet, talking and listening and laughing. i love the laughing.
“what’s two and a half hours between friends?”
not enough, i thought.
i don’t even know why i left in the first place; after hanging up the phone, i just put on my shoes and walked out the door. i made a big circle around the neighborhood until i realized i had nowhere to go. back home, i made some soup and sat in the middle of the still-empty living room, listening to dusty trails and flipping through a magazine i’ve already read.
it’s just me, here, now. a pile of new CDs, a bag of grape licorice and voices still ringing in my ear. (grape licorice? nobody eats grape licorice. who eats grape licorice? i guess i do, now. it grows on you.)
lazy sunday, how i love you. i think soon i will go to sleep.