Now I know

I was playing guitar on stage when I thought about you.

I thought, “I wonder what you’re doing right now?”

I didn’t know. So I paused mid-song. A minute went by. I still couldn’t think of what you were doing.

I set down my guitar, left the stage, and walked out of the club. I walked for hours. And then more hours.

I walked along the freeway for a while. Then across a field.

And then I began to walk across a bridge. Halfway across, I found you sitting on the edge of the bridge, fishing. You looked up startled. I apologized for the startling, walked back to the club, got on stage, picked up my guitar, and finished the song.