River to Anywhere.
Yesterday, as we sat in the restaurant, I looked out of the window at the people passing by, the boats in the dock. I gazed on them and dreamnt of taking off in one. Just us boarding, and heading off down the river. Running away from all the mundane stuff we have to deal with each day.
Then I turned my head back, to focus on you, and I realised the ‘us’ and the ‘together’ in my little day dream was not referring to you, but to someone else. Anyone but you.
I am a bad man.