The truth is, I’ve already got anticipatory blues that you are leaving soon [one and a half tears]
Even if it’s for only umpteen weeks [sharp rise in temperature]
I’m aware it’s not like forever or anything [nervous chuckle]
Look, I want to be able to see you when I want to, go over Ecclesiastes for the thirteenth time, write together at the Thunderbird Café, swap gathas, joke around, and eat good Chinese food on Olive [mild tantrum, feet stomping the ground once or twice]
Sure, I know it’s not rational, but your imminent departure just unnerves me [the shakes, for 5 or 6 seconds, every other minute or so, 10 minutes total]
You probably think that I deserve one of Shamika’s stares, that this is some kind of adultist power play, but I am serious! [brow furrowed, sweating, increased decibel level]
I bet anything you are smiling your bodhisattva half-smile, shaking your head, rolling your eyes and thinking–once again– how issue-laden I am [big yawn]
OK, fine, you go become a practical genius in all things RC, I’ll stay put and take refuge in the Tractatus Theologico-Politicus [embarrassed giggling]
