missing the u

i miss you.

i wish you were sitting on the porch next to me,
knitting,
reading,
singing,
drinking,
or even staring at nothing.

i wish you were in my passenger seat,
shoulder to shoulder,
telling me that
"i'm going the wrong way"
or to
"drive into the ravine".

i wish
you were throwing things at me
or
tugging at my sleeve.

and i wish that we were writing
together,
painting the wall to match the wood grain,
and making things

that

matter.

making things.

that are ridiculous.

together

i wish i had
access to your mind.
every now and then

and a window
to watch it work

no matter how reckless
and
destructive you deem it.

sigh

I suppose,
above all,
I just miss YOU.

i love you, friend.