I'd Rather Be Outside

but I'm scrolling through pages
and pages of my friends' tripe
            a shopped photo of a repulsive homemade omelet
            a muddled political rant
            an update about a vacation I don't care about from a couple I forget having met
and then, like a shark too smart to fall for the bait but longing to be caught,
I'm clicking links of vapid headlines not worth recounting,
desperate to experience anything besides swimming another lap in the same lonely circle
when I inevitably find myself coming back to photos of us
            here, with your windblown hair whipping my face
            here, with your younger face nuzzled against mine --
I can still feel your touch when I see you here, flying towards me at the speed of light
though we will never see each other in a thousand years.

I'd rather be outside
sitting with you on the ledge of that castle
            wherever that was
than stumbling through the graveyard of our lives
            wherever this is.