if you were here

i wouldn’t be spending today here in the office. instead, i’d literally, and figuratively, take you by the hand and drag you off somewhere. it could be in the middle of a wide open field, on a boat and just float in the middle of the sea– where the horizon just stretches so far that we could see the world curving down at the distance– on top of a mountain where we could hear the waves crashing a thousand feet below our feet, or even up on a tree somewhere among other trees. somewhere where we could be so tiny and insignificant were it not for our hands holding on to each other.

but you’re not here. not even in a place where i could see in my mind’s eye to know that it’s real.

but if you were here, i’d tell you all the words that i swear i can write, but i just can’t right now.

and then maybe i’d be ok.