leavings

just in the library now getting some books, feeling odd from watching another friend walk away for an indeterminate amount of time. life right now sometimes feels like a perpetual cycle of leavings.

in this case i watched kamira from my apartment window, limping down the street with a knee brace.
i remember leaving matt on my way to asia; i was looking down at him from the second story of the number 70 bus. that was a long and beautiful ferry ride floating in a week of heavy mists. such a surreal way to leave a place, as though it was disappearing from beneath me.
i remember leaving eben in the train station in kandy, about to start traveling alone.
i remember watching federico's cab pull off and disappear into the swirling chaos of varanasi.
i remember leaving calgary for the first time on my way out to victoria. i hugged brittany in my driveway and knew that i was about to let go of a lot.
i remember saying goodbye to ian in a double take when i fucked up the first time. we were in green lightning and had just passed a few hours wandering the plus 15s in calgary. i was on my way to italy.

so many leavings. some dramatic, some surprising, most passing without much notice.