In low light, I see your eyes. Tired, sleepy eyes. You are just one of another. Yet, why are you still staring back at me?
Please never dim that fire. We both too close to it, and we’re just helpless. We chase this fire our entire life. Different places, different way. Yet, you’re there.
So please, don’t stay.
Go wherever wind takes you. And I’ll go, wherever I can make people fly. Then, when years passed by, when the sun goes down, let’s meet once more. I will, and I hope you will.
Just, sit there and ship another tea.
It will be enough.
And I promise there won’t be any toast.
Just us, dancing in this fire.