One Hot Italian

New Favorite Music: Regina Spektor
I am listening to her in our almost-empty apartment. The bed actually sold, upstairs is empty and the computer is sitting on the windowsill. The next time you hear from me, I will probably be On the Road.
I said goodbye to one of my best friends today. Last time we parted, it was when she left Wisconsin to go back to New York. When I left her house that night, I paused every few feet to turn and wave. She stood at her living room window and watched until I was out of sight.
Today we did the same thing on the subway. I was still sitting on the train, smushing my face against the window to watch her walk down the platform, as she turned and waved every few feet.
"That man was one hot Italian," a woman next to me said.
"Huh?"
"That man was one hot italian."
"Uh, yeah."
Apparently she thought I was staring at some guy who got off the train at that station too. Doesn't she know there are more important things?
Of course, the last time we said goodbye, I followed her to New York just over a year later. So who knows what will happen this time?