I thought about you for the first time in a long while when I saw your photos from your move to Portland. Every time I'm downtown, I pass by the old apartment on Couch and Catherine where we used to hang out every night in college. Before we moved on. Snowball fights on our way to buy 40's. We'd watch The OC and get drunk with Mike, John, Graig and Juli. In the afternoons, I'd sit in your bedroom while you asked me questions concerning English Lit and Canadian fiction while I accused your ferrets of eating my shoes. I recall a conversation from when I was on tour with Chris, the night before we left for Providence. You met me in Ithaca for tea and Thai food on the commons to find some common ground in a friendship strained by distance and my affections based in sound. They still ring loud, but you can't hear them now. They still ring loud, but you can't hear me now.
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