The Thoughts & Feelings I Want You to Know.

It's You.

It's because of you

that I take pleasure in the simplest thing.

From the distinct scent

of your eggshell white sweater

that reminds me

of the spearmint scented soap

we always get

in the discounted aisle of Shoppers

to the stress-dissolving warmth

of your grizzly bear hugs

that are as strong as that stupid lid

you strangle open

every Saturday morning

so I can have Smucker's strawberry jam

on my buttered biscuit

and the cushiness

of your naturally pink-tinted lips

that are as pillowy as the Walmart cotton pads

you use to help me remove

my cakey concealer

after date nights

at our favourite park near the waters

down Broadway station

It's you

that I take the simplest pleasure in.