a baby on the bus might have needs so easy

Dear K-

I retract my previous apology for delayed correspondence. While I don’t exactly hold my breath in anticipation of your responses, I do look forward to eventually receiving them. After several weeks and still no word, I begin to wonder if you’ve become distracted by adventures unfolding in closer proximity. I wish I could be as lucky. Here, things are dull and quiet, as if the blanket of snow laying on the ground outside has muffled all activity in the town. I find myself miserable and tired frequently, and I wonder if I’m getting the proper balance of nutrients in my diet. Perhaps it is just this dreary winter weather.

Last we spoke you were enamored by a girl who wouldn’t return your affection. An unfortunately familiar story, I’m afraid. And what of her? Has she yet yielded to your advances, or has she dissolved away like sugar into coffee? Perhaps now you only see and hear her when you shut your eyes. I hope that’s not the case. I hope you can open your eyes and see her smiling before you, sitting cross-legged on the couch beside you. Maybe she’ll fill your life with watercolors, your days seeping into smooth blues and faded greens as she hangs her wrinkled compositions about your living room. Be careful of those artist types, mind you. We tend to be a fairly unstable and unhappy bunch.

But yet I am only left here to speculate and wonder, because I have no denial or confirmation from you. Perhaps you’re busy now with work and you’ve forgotten all about her and everything else external to a new-found business lifestyle. Perhaps she’s finally come around to loving you, and you are so caught up in a new love affair that you don’t have time for a distant friend who only can leave you choppy words upon a stark white page. I wouldn’t be offended if that were the case. Perhaps you simply haven’t turned on your computer for three weeks and are shunning electronic society.

Perhaps perhaps perhaps.

Floating like line-dry laundry in summertime,
-K