Delightful Silence

An old friend came to visit me this weekend, which was pretty awesome. It’s been great to get to catch up on about five years’ worth of stories and revelations. I also spent the last week collaborating with some good people at work, which was also a plus. I got good feedback from my new boss and I feel optimistic about my work. I have a busy June planned, but it will be a good one. I have baseball games with friends and other fun things coming up soon, including a play opening that was written by a friend from high school. I was able to go out with friends last week to see Wonder Woman. The movie and company were both good. I was able to mix friend groups–an old friend from grad school with my more recent friends from work and there was no George Costanza crisis of identity. All went well. It was satisfying on a deeper level to know that my efforts to become a less fragmented person may be paying off. My old friends and new ones seem to be seeing the same person and they think that person is still fun despite my hermetic tendencies.

The common theme this last week was working or relaxing with friends in a kind of comforting silence. At work, I had to do some menial labeling of samples and got help from a friend. It was a quiet hour or so working on it and it was kind of delightful. There were a few jokes here and there but it was mostly a good kind of quiet. I also got to spend some down time with my visiting friend at home, where there were also some lovely silences. I did enjoy our chats, too, but I realize now more than ever that some of my favorite moments with people I’m close to are those that are the non-speaking moments that fill the gaps between conversations. The looks and smiles. Those times when you don’t even have to say anything. You just know what they mean. Comforting.

This month I will get to visit with family more and see my new nephew. I can’t wait.

“I want you
To know me
To need me
Smile when I call your name

I want you
To never
Look at
Anyone else this way

So strange
This something
We have between us
And it’s not fair
If you’ve never
Loved this way”

“I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself
What the hell I’m supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met”
But I miss you
But there’s comin’ home
There’s no comin’ home
With a name like mine
I still think of you
But everyone knows
Yeah everyone knows
If you care, let it go
I’ve seen more places than I can name
And over time they all start to look the same
But it ain’t that truth we chase
No, it’s the promise of a better place

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