missing the u
i miss you.
i wish you were sitting on the porch next to me,
knitting,
reading,
singing,
drinking,
or even staring at nothing.
i wish you were in my passenger seat,
shoulder to shoulder,
telling me that
"i'm going the wrong way"
or to
"drive into the ravine".
i wish
you were throwing things at me
or
tugging at my sleeve.
and i wish that we were writing
together,
painting the wall to match the wood grain,
and making things
that
matter.
making things.
that are ridiculous.
together
i wish i had
access to your mind.
every now and then
and a window
to watch it work
no matter how reckless
and
destructive you deem it.
sigh
I suppose,
above all,
I just miss YOU.
i love you, friend.