2 AM

By Ori C. Li

I’m cradled up in your arms, glasses
Pressed against your sweater.
I don’t see anything.
I just know this is good.
And when people can tell me
These things without speaking
To me, the whole world is righted.
My life as a house of cards
Is forever frozen, stable.
These moments are quiet.
Whatever it is you smell like,
I want to remember it.
I like it a lot.
I like you a lot.
And I will write this down,
As a letter, send it across the clouds
To the moon, somehow, echoing
Across the sky. I will brand
Every falling leaf with the same message
That we are walking on galaxy.
Here we are.
This is us.