Safe and Sound

I think of you while I brush my teeth. If I saw you every time I looked in a mirror, I’d feel beautiful.

You’re like good books and jigsaw puzzles; not necessarily thrilling, but nice to spend time with after a long day of doing difficult things.

You’re a cartoon marathon on a Saturday morning.

You’re every shade of blue and green.

When birds sing in spite of the rain, it’s just like how you speak with me.

I see you in the faces of all the people who tip their waitresses and smile at children and hold doors open for strangers.

You’re a long shower and a homemade meal.

You’re clothing fresh from the dryer.

You’re the original Star Wars trilogy.

You’re the ever-present narrator in the back of my head, and you always have something interesting to say.

I was homesick every day before I met you.