Wish You Were Here

I miss you. All of you, who are now scattered to the wind like baby spiders, building your own webs. I don't begrudge the flight and feel lucky we got the time together we did, but I still miss you. Being able to call someone just to hang out, catch lunch, scene, run a pick up game, go to a movie. Talking about your stories. Walking out my door and knowing that within a couple blocks there were a numbers of homes open to me, warm and welcoming just as my door was.

Just know I'm thinking about you. I hope your still reading, even if you don't post, or comment. I don't need you to, I promise. I just like thinking about it, that we're connected still, if silently.

Maybe we should write letters.