Thank you.

Midnight at the coffee shop.

Sitting in the dark.

I asked you what you were thankful for

this Thanksgiving.

"Being alive. You?"

I tried really hard to say it,

but I couldn't speak the words.

I was, I am thankful for you

for having met you,

and basically every minute

we're together.

No, you weren't, you aren't

the only thing I'm thankful for,

but you are glaring,

and maybe someday

I will be able

to articulate it properly.

"I'm thankful for the coffee shop".