I’ve had coming home
and I’ve had fireworks
and then,
and then,
there’s you.

And you are,
heartfelt smiles
on the face of a stranger,
And you are,
fields of flowers
with faces tipped to the sun,
And you are,
fogged bathroom mirrors
painted in condensation hearts.

And you, you are,
a resolution
worth keeping, and keeping, and keeping.