I'm not sure
if I love very many things,
but here are the few
that I can remember:

I love the taste of dark chocolate
in November

I love the silver of the sky
just before it rains

I love first sips of coffee
from new mugs

I love the taste of oysters,
but not as much as pesto

I love that one song you'd play for me,
about the boat sinking

I love the kind of soft sadness
that reminds you of who you used to be.