One foot out the door while I plan how to gently break the good bye. Before the door swings shut I'm already onto the next place, day, door. I spend more time on the bus than with the people I love. More importantly, I'm never anywhere for long. My best acquaintance is the door. The door: each one hides another system and another pending good bye. Don't look back - click - it's closed. Then on to the next. I can't even tell if the doors are opening or closing any more. Metaphorically speaking, that is. I haven't actually been walking into doors. Just through them. Perhaps one day I'll swing like that - get hinged. Click - good bye.