There’s a magic when I look across the table
And see smiling faces of an ‘us’.
The spell we’ve woven over months and years
Resumes its spinning with each breath we share.
Stories, jokes, memories, tales, reminiscences
And laughs, loves, tears, and smiles.
Intertwined strands steeping
A brew that will carry us on winds away.
All pages in our grand tale
Punctuated merely by a farewell and
Easy expectation of a ‘till next time’.
When we’ll gather round once more and resume our magic
Just for us.