On The Faraway Friends

Oftentimes I catch myself thinking
how nice it would be to run away with you.
Far from everyone
just us two, seeing the world.

There are so many places I want to show you.
The mere sight of them
Screams your name
calling out for you.

And yet
you can’t go to them
chains are holding you back
holding both of us back.

So here we stand
fingertips almost touching
the thin glass separating us
a reminder of everything we can’t have.
No.
Not yet.

Until then
we will hold on.
Smiling at each other from the borders and
reminding ourselves what we can have.