Old Friends

Jared, Beren, two old friends, and I spent the day together. Lately, I have seen several friends I haven't seen in ten years or more. I've enjoyed the easy and familiar conversation and good company.

When we part ways, me and old friends, I feel a little lonely. The physical sensation resides in my chest. A little heaviness, a little pressure in the back of my throat, as if I am holding back tears. It's important to know people who have known me a long time. If I haven't seen them, they know me from another time, maybe a long time ago.

I had one friend who was a neighbor while I was an per-adolescent through my teens. We'd talk on the bus to school. As teens, we'd hang out sometimes. As we got older, we'd see each other now and then. We looked at apartments in New York together. We went to an Indian restaurant lunch in the city after looking at several apartments. We ate well. I decided to not move to New York but he did.

I've always liked friends who had something to teach me. The conversation was always easy.

As our friends were departing this evening, Lemmy shouted from the speakers, "That's the way I like it baby, I don't want to live forever!"

"This is why we get along," one friend said. "Your playlist has Doc Watson followed by Motorhead."

 I like this photograph. I made it a few days ago. It reminds me of how a feel right now, good and a little empty.

I like this photograph. I made it a few days ago. It reminds me of how a feel right now, good and a little empty.