Vicarious Living

I’ll live vicariously

Through you for

A little while

If you don’t mind

Because it’s not my time

For cities on my own or

Different countries

But it is golden

To see your face 

Brightened by new sights

Time spent thinking

About everything

Except reality

And all the coffee

And all the fresh memories

They are as fundamental as

Breathing

Yet so much harder to come by