I picture you in the swivel chair beside me, at this hipster coffee bar,
and at the river wadding through the crystal clear water, giggling, splashing & laughing
and watching the sunset from our picnic blanket on the sanddune keeping each other warm,
and singing a sweet melody to our beautiful Savior, our hands together.
But, am I even in your picture?
Are you alone in the chair at the coffee shop?
Does the river’s water beckon you?
Do you ever go to the coast at twilight?
Is your song as sweet when its a solo?
A picture speaks a thousand words.