They only want to sit with me
Whether in silence
Or in an embrace
But not in the physical
More so in a comfort
The way we sit
In front of a fire
At our place
During the middle of a cold
Where the roads
Are warm enough for us
To venture forward
Towards a new year
But in this moment
Together,
We would rather rest
Though not in a slumber
To recover our wounded bodies
After labor,
Since the rejuvenation is in the power
To overcome what it means to be alone,
In a world where it is highlighted.
For our universe truly rotates
When we share a sip
Of hot and sweet spirits
To brighten and uplift
Warmth warmer than burning wood
Against brick layers that holds on
Even when our lingering bodies
As we stand to call it a night
Well done,
Shatters the silence
When we come to grips
With the unbreakable
And the cherished
Bonds we created and nurtured
Together.