Musings on the Single Life

Oh Becky. Why didn't we allow ourselves the opportunity to, in the very least, erect a foundation on which to base a decision on our futures? Now we have parted ways - unsure whether we shall ever cross paths again. I tried to tap you on the shoulder as I left, but you were engaged in conversation with another guest on - of all topics - computers. Not that I'm a computer geek. Believe. Having a blog that hangs by a thread on the fringes of the cuffs of the blazer that cyberspace has or has not does not make one a computer geek...

I, however, am a geek. But I got that feeling that maybe you might want to get geeky sometime...Now I worry I shall never know. That's the trouble with a tiered-party. When two people - from different paths - living in the midst of one another - decide to throw a party - it is difficult to intertwine the conversations. I only got to shake your hand. I now sit at home with pursed lip - a peculiar, yet familiar sadness shrouding me. It is my cloak of loneliness. The laugh lines around my eyes are growing in number as the years roll by. And I wonder, why?

I hope we meet again. I hope it is in a more subtle surrounding. It's a big world, in which we are just tiny blue and red specks...In a world so large - it seems unfair that two blue specks like us couldn't grow old and red together...

Ah, the familiar words: It could have been.

Posted by kevin at April 27, 2003 01:19 AM