they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, December 20, 2010

saying goodbye.

in two days i'll say goodbye to the white and red building.
the rocket.
the spot where i sit and
and type some more.
to the red booths where we've been eating lunch
and the oddly shaped green table we've been avoiding.
to the shuffle board table i never used
the four kegs
the strange mingling of two, sometimes three, songs
one from downstairs
one right above my head.
the free popcorn
and ice cream
the paid-for cell phone plan
the clients
and the mouse traps under the fridge.

and all of those things. each one. i will miss.

but not as much as the people.
the friends
the ones who have made the last seven weeks tolerable.
(and the last year a hell of a lot of fun.)

damn, i'm going to miss them.


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