The Little Things

Why do people compare their

Significant others to such

Significant symbols like

The moon and the stars and the galaxy?

See I was standing in the shower

Shampoo dripping down the strands

Of my curls then onto my neck and

I realized your love envelopes me

Like the suds across my skin

And I’m grinning over my girl.

Then that’s when I tried to put into

Words the way I feel about you, and

Those emotions whirling and I

Wondered why the fuck people say

I love you to the moon and the stars

And love you more than the galaxy or

Blah blah blah

Such bullshit

I’ve never seen the moon in person

And the stars are far away

And the galaxy? Shit I’m not even

Sure that shit is there.

What I do know?

She’s all the small details

Of daily life that make it worth living:

She’s that scalding shower I stood

Steaming under while muscles relax

After a long ass day as an anxious adult

She’s that swirl of creamer into my first

Cup of coffee on a Monday morning

She’s the leaves in October, fiery red

Like her hair when we first met then

Orange and yellow with that chill

Crisp wind that keeps me alive

The rest of the year and

She’s the soft lips against my shoulder

On a Saturday morning before a big

Stretch, knowing you have the day off

Work and adventure ahead of you.

She’s the sunshine streaks

Streaming above Sunday windowsills

She’s your favorite cookie and warm

Brownie your mom made when you were little, yeah she’s comforting and

Delectable and cozy like that

So you see, baby, you’re not these

Monumental, intangible symbols

And metaphors that overstock

Shitty Hobby Lobby shelves and fill

Superficial peoples’ unhappy homes

You are everything that makes ME happy

In my day to day life, everything

That keeps me moving through

The sorrow of winter and

Smiling throughout summer days.

You are everything tangible

And beautiful, right here.

Yes,

She is everything good.