I need to get from Point A to Point B.
Point B is at your front door,
where I am standing with a tray of homemade of freshly cooked pancakes to start your day right.
I won’t forget the maple syrup.
Point B is at GameStop,
We would wander around the endless aisles as you go through the games you love, hate, or want to play.
And I would hold your hand, and tell you mine.
Point B could be at Starbucks,
I would order coffee. You hate coffee.
You’d let me go on and on about the book I’m reading,
You’d tell me your favorite books.
And maybe I’ll recite some poetry here and there.
Point B could be anywhere,
As long as you’re the one driving.
And I ride shotgun.
Point B is at that Pizzeria place you want me you go to,
I can finally try that pizza you were always telling me about.
We should order dessert, too.
Point B is in your bed,
where I would actually wake up beside you saying “good morning”, and not having to read it from my phone.
We would cuddle.
And exchange playful kisses.
Point B is where I want to go.
It’s where I need to go.
Point B is you.