The Inevitable

Wednesday morning I ran into D on the bus.  It was inevitable and everything went well.  We were comfortable, albeit a little awkward, but that's to be expected.  We chatted the entire ride.

But despite how well the meeting went, it made me sad.

*sigh*

So here's a poem for you to read while I go cry.  It's from the book "count me the stars" by Kylie Johnson (or maybe it's kylie johnson.  I don't know if she does the whole lowercase-e-e-cummings thing) that my mom gave me not too long ago.

Kylie Johnson, count me the stars (2008)

Update 10:01pm: I didn't go have a cry, I decided drinking wine and eating leftover Christmas cookies was a more productive use of my time.