After everything, I think—
maybe I’m going to be okay.
And I’ll choose to believe it,
even on the days it doesn’t feel true.

I will grasp it in my hands
And hold it so tightly,
That my knuckles turn white
And my nails dig in,
While I fold it into my heart—
so I don’t lose it along the way.

Because lilacs smell so wonderful,
Hopscotch is simply so joyful,
And persimmons taste sweeter than I expected.
Because the grass feels soft against my back,
The sun feels so warm on my skin,
And a gentle breeze runs through my jacket so pleasantly.

Because the tree's flowers look elegant no matter the time of day,
Dandelions are so unapologetically yellow,
Holding someone’s hand is just utterly delightful,
And soft kisses feel like music.
Even gentle smiles make my own grow wider.

And you,
You are so unbelievably kind and loving.
You exist
And I exist,
And isn't that just so absolutely amazing?