simple luxuries
the swirly scent
of black tea
with ginger
on the stove,
the artful
movement
of you sitting
on the floor
and weaving
plain things
into magical
things. more
than enough
the frozen
milk with
sugar on
summer
afternoons,
the softness
of your fingers
through my
hair on
nights i
couldn't
sleep.
sweet comfort
the embroidered
napkins, the
coriander in
things, the
smell of
incense and
everything that
you prayed for.
grand treasure
teaching you
to spell our
names on
old notebooks,
asking you
for different
kisses all day,
the times
we were
distracted
enough to
laugh.
simple luxuries
to wake up
and find you,
sit on the
sofa with the
television on
hearing stories
from your
childhood.
oh, such
sweet comfort
the black
ginger tea.
more than
enough
to have
had you.