Happy Poem

You are my happy poem.
The one I tuck underneath
my pillow, and dream upon
until all rhymes turn into gold,
as if the tooth fairy sprinkled
its dust upon your words.

I am too old to believe in fairytales,
but every picture of you
makes me look at the mirror
with a smile, a reflection of yours
that surpasses all metaphors, even when
we're hundreds of miles apart.

3/3/2020
10:45 PM