I stood in my doorway this morning, watching the rain and watching you walk to your car. I watched you get in, take a drink of water, and start down the street, away from my house. I watched until you disappeared around the bend and you were gone. Then, I went back upstairs and climbed back into bed, trying desperately to ignore the simple, sad truth that we are all apart.
As I listened to Simon and Garfunkel on Caitlin's record player this afternoon, I noted that sadly (yet thankfully) I am neither a rock nor an island.
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