Sunny.Meili

i lift my glass to you

and you to me

finding comfort through

the distance

and seeing you from so far away

makes the stranger at the table

next to me seem farther still

a foreign thing who may sit

but cannot understand the swell of secrets

that i throw and you catch

as a matter of fact, and fiction

and the weight is sometimes the same

because we don't always dream first

but sometimes live

and later dream of the time that was.

and how it was to be with you

in the morning with your smile not awake yet

but stretching across your face

in an attempt towards altertness

and how we laughed as you stumbled across the room

to find the tea i had already made

knowing, as we do, the answer before the question

and the questions that don't have answers

but are answered all the same

with this, and we are happy,

i love you. forever.

so raise your glass to me

and i'll raise mine to you

and we'll stare through the screen

this time, next year?

i'll be here.