Another wind that is cold to the touch.
How have you been?
People keep dying, they always do,
In ways unprecedented and documented
Dying like always and never before.
I am unhappy, you know that,
I am not sad, I have decided.
The sun shines on your casual stubble
Growth looks so good on you, I can't but admire it.
We have known each other for a while now
You have become an alternate address
If I am allowed to be a little cheeky
This afternoon.
I tell you about the comedian I liked
The one you dismissed as boyish and lame
And I stir my tea as you tell me about your wedding plans
In exactly seven years,
No more nor less.
I love you, you should know that, like a lost family found,
So I scold you into wearing better clothes
Goad you into listening to the coolest kind of music for our age.
You resist my snobbish takes,
I resist your attempts to find me a good man,
And another winter snuggles our hearts into a low fire
Everlasting and pure.