There are so many things I wish I could have done with you.
Like going out line dancing
or holding hands, laughing, as we raced through the rain.
I wish I could have gone to Europe with you
or South America,
or anywhere, really,
staying in hostels and "roughing it" and experiencing all the local flavor.
It would have been nice to visit you in the city
going out to eat at finer places and seeing you dressed up in your work suit.
I wish we could have woken up on a Saturday to a fresh snowfall,
throwing snowballs until our arms were sore.
I wish I could have cooked with you,
a three-course meal from scratch.
I wish we could have sat out on a rooftop under the stars,
reading passages of a poetry book to each other.
I wish. I wish. I wish.
I'm not sure if any of the scenarios would have played out
as they did
in my thoughts,
if the fantasy would have matched the reality.
there they are,
sitting in my mind like little stones
waiting to be picked up and pocketed.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.