I am a kiss

I am the rain

the knot in my stomach when I step on stage

the words I pen with my own hand

and the rings on the table left behind

by my half-fnished mug of peppermint tea.

I am that square of tissue

and the old receipt I use to mark the pages of my favorite book.

I am my favorite off-white sweater

and holes in my jeans

and the earring that I lost a few weeks ago.

I am the way the wind bites

and turns your face that chilly pink

and makes you smell like the outdoors.

I am all the little things I love

but most importantly

I am the reason I get out of bed every day

and give

and share

and live

and love

and be.