The Places We Never Went I see you in the places we never went, in cabins we never lived in, in rivers that never knew our names You exist in all the things we almost had Somewhere, there is a cabin with a barn, the one you showed me, where chickens should be pecking at the dirt, where the river should be cold against your hands in the morning, where breakfast should be waiting when you come back inside but no one lives there No one fishes in that river. No one wakes up in that bed tangled in warmth, because I never chose that life with you Somewhere, there is a song playing on an old radio, Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac, but no one is dancing to it in the living room, bare feet against wooden floors, no one is laughing when the record skips. There is no wedding, no slow dance, just a song stuck in time, like us. I still reach for my phone, still scroll past cabins for sale in Montana, still pause at every mention of your favorite movie, as if I’ll find you there, as if you’ll turn aroun...