You, in Missouri

It’s a beautiful day outside and

Sunlight is leaking through the blinds.

I hear children laughing, dogs ambling

By my window, couples in conversation.

A fresh breeze sneaks its way in,

Curling its tendrils gently, pulling at me.

A scruffy chef decorates cakes on TV

Splashing color whimsically on pastry.

I should get off my ass and go skateboarding

Or at least visit my restless friends.

But I would somehow rather be here alone

Sipping on sweet whiskey, writing poems while

Thinking of nobody else but you,

in Missouri.