The leaves are turning again. It's been too long since I've written. My life is consumed by the clinking of beer bottles, the clicking of printers, and the stacks of work papers that are piling up, waiting to be examined.

I try not to think about love (or the lack of).
I have a good family, a family of friends - a veritable fortress against loneliness.
Not a private moment in my life, except when I climb into bed at night.
And not even those moments are guaranteed.

It just continues to come, creeping back into the shadows.
I guess we all have dark places in our lives where we push the things we can't bear to deal with face to face.
I've resigned myself to that.

Nevermind.
You don't have to say anything.
I forgot.
I can see it in your eyes.