arrives like a bird
in my garden
The little icons you send
gently drift across
as you step into my thoughts
You are turning my days
with your messages
into sweet moments
I wonder if
a midlife crisis alone
could be the reason
for this sweetness
Perhaps—
the reason is
far more meaningful
than this…
…deeper than
this sweetness
Perhaps—
we are the reason itself
not something borne out of
any misfortune