The City Between Us

The city fills our days and keeps our next meeting somewhere in tomorrow. We make plans, change them, and promise to find a quieter afternoon.

Then something small brings you close. A familiar street, a song, something that makes me laugh and wish you were there to hear it. In the middle of an ordinary day, I find myself continuing a conversation we never quite finished.

I painted this with you in mind. Our paths do not cross as often as I would like, but you are part of the way I see the world. And when we finally sit at the same table again, I suspect we will begin halfway through a sentence.