I wish I was a photograph tucked into the corners of your wallet.
I wish I was a photograph you carried like a future in your back pocket.
I wish I was that face you showed to strangers when they ask you where you’ve come from.
I wish I was that someone that you’ve come from every time you get there.
And when you get there,
I wish I was that someone that got phone calls and postcards saying “wish you were here.”
I wish you were here.