Wednesday, May 26, 2004
stopover for a 2nd goodbye
She's different. Different from how I remember. She changed. Alot. She looks really healthy. Happy. We chatted. and laughed. We rode our conversation on the surface of what was going on. Nothing too deep. Nothing to think about. Or feel about. Keep it light. keep it simple. keep it to yourself. And all at once, it was time to go. Seemed like we just met. A simple sideways hug, and i was off. but this time i looked. I saw us moving apart. Her in her car - me at the terminal. I'd said goodbye once before - I didn't think I could do it again.

