solitude

I could be in bed right now. I could be listening to him breathe. I could be softly stroking his back in comfort.

We could be in Rome. We could be sharing a pizza and a big bowl of gelato. We could be reminiscing about days past.

He could be here. He could be listening to me rant. He could be playing with my hair.

Instead, I'm here. In this empty office, indulging wishful thoughts. He's there. Lost in solitude, trying to make his way into his dreams.