Is there no better way to spend the day, than sitting here with you?

Is there no better way to spend the day, than sitting here with you?

There are places I could go, and people there, they would know me. We

would talk a little and, between the verbs and nouns, perhaps entertain ourselves in a way perfectly bearable. We would smile, those people and myself. We would laugh or playfully giggle. We would communicate just enough to believe that we were conversing but truly, we would say nothing.

Is there no better way to spend the day, than sitting here with you?

Those people, they could pat me on the back if I were down. They could supplement all of my immediate emotional needs or, at least, they could tarry my thoughts into a manageable corner. Those people, we could Kidd a little. Tiny jokes on dainty little strings but truly, we would do nothing.

But those people in the gaps between their manners and aged formalities, I hear your voice.

But those people, when they stop laughing and breath for a moment, I see your smirk.

But those people, as the imprint of their hand on my back leaves, I feel your touch.

But those people, after they are gone, after they go to their other lives, after they tire of their little games, they leave me only with the picture of you staring... right at me.

Is there no better way to spend the day, than sitting here with you?

No.