akamyrtle is still alive

Today an awesome thing happened. I just happened to be at a bbq joint (I know wtf, right?) and our first waiter looked familiar, and I instantly liked him but didn't know why. But then we had a waiter switch and I didn't think anything more about it. After we ate I used the restroom and as I walked back to the table the first waiter appeared and exclaimed, "Hannah Jane!" He was in one of my poetry classes from last year! And he remembered me! Of course I remembered him, not by face or voice, but by his words. In class he rarely talked, but his poems were brilliant, and I absolutely adored his style and always looked forward to class. I made copies of his poems and talked with Robert about him regularly. And here he was, telling me that he kept my poems too and that the respect and admiration was mutual. We discussed the MFA program, and admitted that we both hadn't been writing much lately. We talked for only a few brief minutes, but in those minutes I recognized the loss of writing in my life. If I could I would say thank you. I hope that you, too, are out there, staring at a page of dark humor, trying to figure out where to put your line breaks.