Streets of Philadelphia

You gotta love a city to which the Boss has paid such a beautiful tribute. That's right, for the past five days I found myself on the streets of Philadelphia:

I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt

I was unrecognizable to myself

I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face

Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away

On the Streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,

I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,

At night I could hear the blood in my veins,

Black and whispering as the rain,

On the Streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me.

It's just you and I my friend.

My clothes don't fit me no more,

I walked a thousand miles

Just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,

I can feel myself fading away,

So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,

Or will we leave each other alone like this

On the Streets of Philadelphia

Thankfully, unlike the people about which this song is largely written, I am not suffering from HIV, and I mostly just got to enjoy walking around a great city, staying in a great hotel, working with some highly engaged and interesting people, seeing an old friend, eating at some great restaurants and discovering a fabulous yoga studio.

Even in the midst of all the excitement, one thing I realized out there is how lonely it can feel when you become accustomed to sharing intimate details with someone on a consistent basis and then stop or only do it sporadically.

Really, really lonely.

I want to share my life with my person. I know how much richer it feels to live that way and I don't like living in between having that and not having it. I don't have any answers about how to fix it, but that's how I'm feeling...