L is for Lennie

who ungrudgingly clears away my trash bin every evening;

who provides prospective weather updates;

who very subtly chides me for staying at work till much too late;

who actually notices the untold stories;

who seems much too preoccupied with his cleaning to know;

who actually thinks he’s going to miss my not being around…

“I can’t believe you are leaving!” L cried.

neither could I, honestly…

“Write to the Dr.  guy”, he said me.

“I’d like to keep in touch!” he insisted.

“You’ll hear from me…”

“You’ll be here on Monday, won’t you?”

“Uh huh…”

L is for learning

that people do care.