I just want an hour to sit with you and talk face to face. Twenty years and 2000 miles can not be completely surmounted by telephone and social media. I want to see your eyes gleam when emotions surface. I want to hear the nuances of your voice. I want to smell your cologne wafting on the breeze. I want to feel your arms around me in a farewell embrace. I want to taste the salt of my tears when I realize that this farewell will be final. I want the impractical. I want the implausible. I want the impossible.