spring break, I’m flooded with everyone’s pictures.
all of their shots of the waves at the beach,
or of the castles or the food of the new country they’re visiting,
or the ski lifts above those gorgeous green pines.
it’s a little bit hard,
to be able to submit my own to this
grand collection of memories when I know that you
won’t get yours.
it’s not my fault, i know that.
but more than anything, I wish you were here.
I wish you were my adventure,
or at least a part of it.