They told us to make a list
The good things that fill our cup
(It’s that sort of class, leave your cynicism at the door please, it’s time to feel again)
I wrote about skies and water
Of warm tea and brown eyes
In sunlight
And there in the middle of it all was
A hand on my waist and a smile that tucks
Into the corners of a mouth I love
To trace with gentle fingertips.
I wrote of curiosity for things to come
And the goodness of food shared
I wrote of drinking from your coffee mug
Sometimes
When you aren’t there and my hands don’t know what to hold
And flowers drying in bunches down the kitchen wall
I could take a sip now, a cup so full it wells just a little over the rim
A quick blink
A catching in my throat
Gosh Darn Sunlight 