Merci

I make us some blue tea/ ask you to sit with me/ we talk about morning glories/ and Nietzsche/ the sky reflects on the glass pitcher/ clouds creep in/ silence takes over/ I go for a walk/ forage for your favorite flowers/ forget-me-nots/ we put then in an empty bottle/ of Bombay Sapphire/ watch it wilt/ I paint you a little something/ underneath it/ I write you a love poem/ I hug you more often/ despite unending encumbrances/ we watch/ the full moon at our window/ night descends/ with its cloak of blue/ I get a little closer/ sleep takes over/ our toes/ they talk/ we talk/ about pigeons/ sometimes we watch/ the crows/outside our bedroom window/ silence takes over/ I write you a letter/ just because/ I felt like writing/ you pin it on your desk/ after/ you send me a text/ a photo of my letter pinned to your desk/ I make your favorite blue tea/ morning glory on the side/ and cream crackers/ we eat/ our toes/ under the table/ they talk/ we talk/ about Neptune/ an ice giant/ while again the night cloaks us/ in a Proustian dream/ next morning/ I make us some tea/ you sit with me/ silence takes over/ sip by sip/ and I watch you/ nod at me/ gently/ as if to say/ merci, merci