everyday

your voice is as warm as the coffee i hold

on a cold winter's day, before the oncoming snow.

your touch sets my insides ablaze

like the first time i had whiskey, before i knew myself;

you touch me as though i'm an old novel that's been

sitting on your bookshelf since before your mother bought it.

you're cigarette smoke in a world full of worse,

the reminiscent nostalgia of some summers ago.

you're chlorine in the summer, pumpkin in the fall,

you're the one to say 'i love you' right before i'd end a call.

you're a green light in a highway of red,

you're the last good loaf of on brand bread.

you make monday's feel like friday's,

you make our train station feel like home,

you are the cookies on a rainy day

and my cozy sweater for fall.

life wouldn't be the same with no you,

like the alphabet with no z,

you're the one that shows me how to swim,

without you, there'd be no sea.