Goodbye.

An artist friend of mine is leaving for Portland. it happens. People come and go, passing through my life like a train through a station. Sometimes they have a layover in my life, sometimes I just wave. Sometimes the miss their connection and stick around for a while. Most make some sort of impression on me. Some strike me as kindred spirit. Some prop me up and make me feel special. Just as I get used to them and want to deepen the relationship, they have to move on, their train is approaching. All of the "goodbyes, keep in touch, I know I will see you agains" just delay the inevitable; They leave. I have had abandonment issues sine I was a baby. When I was 2-years-old, my mom, dad, brother and four sisters went on a two week vacation. They left me with our live-in baby sitter. I had no concept of time. they were gone and it felt like they were never coming back.
I will miss Gabe. He made me feel special. He was a man who was not afraid to say I love you. I respect that a lot. Feeling are not allowed when you are a man. I feel. I try to express it. But now I have to start over. Another train is approaching the station. I wonder who will get off this time.

short sweet and to the point

I am bored. I am burned out at work. I am tired most of the time. Soon, the sun will shine daily and I will forget all about this.