If I were somewhere beautiful

Like a calm, clear lake

With nothing but sky above me

And rocks below me

And nothing but silence around me

I might think of you.

I might feel sorrow, and my heart might actually break there,

In the stillness,

Where the day is not so far away from the time I knew you.

And in that moment, I might believe

We are close.

I might reach out my hand to you

Hoping you'll reach back.

I might feel peace in my grief.

Here, I don't think of you, because there is no sky above me,

Only clouds and dirt,

And no rocks, but concrete beneath my feet

And life is pounding around me, deafening

Here I don't think of you, and my

Heart is safely unbroken

But I have no peace.