On a train and just for a second. Perhaps two seconds. I think I saw someone. It was hard to tell because of the distance. I couldn't be sure. So I squinted and tried to extrapolate what they would look like now from a fuzzy idea of what this person used to look like. I still couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, I think it was fair to say that it was someone whose hand I held through nightmarish headaches. Someone whose head I kept cool with a damp cloth during nighttime illness, sweat, and fear. Someone who met me halfway, adjusted their schedule to mine; whose parents I met and whose name had been adjunct to mine - a lexical dyad - " _ & Chris"
Just a second or two. But I'm sure the white-knuckled clutch of my fingers around my Palm Pilot wasn't shame. Quite sure.
In counterpoint to the sweetly/sad/ugly/hilarious emotional complexity of you, me, and them: this is simply beautiful. (big JPG image - long load time for some...)
