21.OCT.2013
1:20P

it was so loud last night. and there you were, existing in real life in front of me, standing alone like an awkward ballerina in first position, doing that perfect thing you boys do where you scratch the back of your head with the inside of your wrist.

"say hi next time."
"you say high."

(it's been a decade. you sang to us as we drove from there (all magical waterfalls and mountains draped in autumn afghans) to here (familiar). it hurts only slightly less than it did ten years ago.)