New Year’s

I love how romantic your poetry sounds.

If only you could just send one to me.

I love your music.

I love the way you lie asleep at night in your underwear.

I love the way every fact is relevant to your topic.

I love your conclusions and your reviews; also known as your thoughts on your favorite books.

I love how you read the newspaper in your underwear at nights where you cannot sleep.

To you I’d surrender.

I.

Happy New Year my love.

Happy birthday.

Nothing has changed since.

Because you do not believe in cliches.