Blood and Ink

I'm in the chair, but my heart is there with you. Holding your hand, trying to get you to talk about something happy, something that pulls you away from that place. Reminiscing on when I was a stupid kid to make you smile or playing YouTube videos that I know you like because I hate to see you so down. You can lean on my shoulder and know I'm here for you even though it's been years since we thought about each other. You can feel the goosebumps and hear my heartbeat weird as a picture gets stabbed into my skin. You can feel my hand sweating in yours because I don't know if I'm doing this right but I hope I am. You can believe me when I say I've got you, even if it's just a hypothetical situation.