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.
