All Those Goodbyes

December 2006


Spread out until all four points are covered, I’ll peep my head in for a last goodbye, until next time my friend, we’ll sit on the couch and watch TV just like we’ve always done, I got used to having her around, two weeks fly by, all that time wasted it seemed, but not when viewed at a distance. New York bound, eventually, Christmas with family and all that jazz, too bad we don’t live closer, I need more ties in this state of mine. Back to the humdrum grind of everyday normality, until our next goodbye.

I have forgotten what it feels like to have friends. All of mine are either dead and gone or alive and wasted.

Reminders stick around after an early morning departure. I’ve spent the day shuffling around paperwork and dreading the empty driveway that awaits my arrival tonight.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist