January 3, 2011

Lunch with Michael, Owen, Casey at the Brew & View, loud, laughing, talking music and theater. I was happy. I kept hatching plots that would require us to meet again, anywhere. It was well our company was merry, for otherwise I would have been sad: JS walked past me into the theater without turning his head to the left or to the right. I could bear not hearing from him, assuming he was sunk in his life in Johnson City, but that is clearly not the case. The vow was that we would be friends forever. Right.

I thought I should take down the Christmas tree, but my heart rebelled, and like a kid I pleaded with myself for just one more day.