It's three o'clock and I haven't heard from you once. I don't know if I'm surprised or or not. It's funny to me, and embarassing, how secure the the three o'clock hello made be feel. Eventually the three o'clock hello became the one o'clock "Hello, I'm bored." Then the one o'clock "Hello, I'm bored," became the ten am "Hello, what should I eat for lunch?" Then the ten am "Hello, what should I eat for lunch?" became the eight-thirty "Hello, did you get to work on time?" By then we shared so many hellos that the time between the good nights and the good mornings was the only time we weren't waving words at each other.

And now I am lonely.