Unrelated

Perhaps we have very little 

In common 

She tweets

In an unrelated way

I look her in the eye

Over the flames 

Of the campfire

Nothing could be further 

From my mind

Little Cricket

We always find a way

To see the world together 

Different versions of reality

A place with the same taste 

In the air

I look at the brand on my arm

She studies it too

Are there any more stories

She asks

I am getting peckish 

Always

I say

The world is full of stories 

And tales

You wrote one yourself

Didn't you know

I was just a character

She says

No Alice

You are much more than that

You are a guiding light

A beginning

And an end

But always alive

She curls her toes

As if she is enjoying the words 

In an unrelated way we are together

I hope that will last for a very long time

So do I she whispers

As the embers of the flames

Die down

And fade

We hold each other tight.