here in our hollow we fuse like a family

i am off to study; i want someone to study with. i have been ready for three hours, waiting...for nothing really, since there is no one to study with. i am capable of studying alone, but i am tired of this thing, "alone." i just want a friend to be with. i don't even want to talk, i just want to be with someone else. i miss studying together, not talking but somehow bonding in our quiet thoughts that we thought beside one another.
and i miss lido. if i must be alone, i would prefer it there. i miss dancing around there in my pleated skirt or slips or stretching out languidly across the stained, blue carpet. i miss playing crab soccer in my living room and sitting at the table with mary wondering why n wasn't home, even though she wasn't supposed to be.