Sitting on the couch
silence unfolding
but not uncomfortable
my face in a book
trying to ignore you
trying to pretend

Once we were sitting in a coffee shop
sharing and laughing
after who knows how much coffee
and you know
at least now
how coffee is not so smart for me to drink
but i love it
because you love it
and it reminds me of you.

We are sitting in a field
a pasteur
maybe stubble
on an old patch jean quilt
or maybe the old brown picnic one
laying together
drinking a beer
watching the stars
the same stars
that I stare at now
thinking of you
because maybe you see them too
and they remind me of you.

In a small room
a dorm style
white sheets with colored block designs
listening as your fingers
glide along the guitar
and your lips
as they move
and mouth the emotion
that pours out of your heart
and i hold a guitar
and practice my soul out
because the feeling of it
reminds me of you.

And as we sit on this couch
in complete silence
i think of all the trips
all the places
all the things
we could do and see
together

but in this silence
as you tickle my foot
and i look up from my book
out of my pretending,
i think of all the things
that could be
but won't be

and my heart weeps
and my soul weeps
because i love you

(and no one understands what I mean)
and you never understand how.