the ghosts i've met

Dear K-

Look at us. At some point, we lifted our anchors and each began to drift, and now the waves have taken us out of eye sight. We lost connection.
The last time we spoke, our mutual acquaintance had killed himself. Sorrowful times for a reconnection. I didn't know what to say to you. So I just stared out the car window and wondered what street I should take to get to the nearest bar while your voice hummed on the other end of the phone line. I felt ashamed.
But now we both have returned to our customary courses, waving at each other silently from afar. I'm a doctor now. Feels strange to say it. Introducing myself is still a strain. It doesn't sound right, far too much youth, far too much doubt in my tone when it struggles past my lips. I am hoping that eventually it becomes easier and I become more confident in my role. I wonder if all doctors feel this way at first. I wonder if it ever feels better.
Tell me about your life now. It has been too long. I've come to find that nostalgia is the closest thing to regret that I can stomach. I'd like to shake the dust off our letters. I'd like to remember what it was like.

Out to Sea,
-K