I want to take you there to run through the wildflowers and feed the goats grazing, teach them a new trick. I want to to take you hiking, tell stories around the campfire, sing songs and play the guitar, pig out on s'mores. I want to be there to see fall come, a light jacket in the day, the foods at the harvest festival, holding hands and walking home. I want to make snow angels play in a fresh blanket of white, winter coat and mittens, snowman holding a beggars cup. I want to do these things again before you move on back when I was your world before you met him. I want to go there, again.