A Poem About the Things I Love

I love poems that begin the same way they end
 I love full circles like returning to where I began
 And seeing the leaves turn from green to brown to ground to green again
 And I love basketball the feel of the ball the sound of squeaking shoes but what I love Most is how it reminds me of my dad
 How after mowing the lawn we would shoot hoops in the street below the Florida sun just father and son
 I love the smell of rain and the haunting sight of dark clouds
 I love déjà vu
 I love déjà vu
 And I love food that makes me hurt
 If you listen carefully you can hear the bells of
 Taco Bell ringing and my stomach is ready to start singing
 I love feeling home in an empty room
 And I love when you text me
 And I wish you'd do it more
 I love when the windows are down and the music is loud
 I love black coffee
 Ethiopian pour over if you will
 But diner coffee will always taste like Saturday mornings at the
 Townhouse as we'd watch the chickens cross the road
 I love dogs and most days I wish I was one
 I love words and how they can move us and heal us and shake us and shift us and leave us different
 I love front porches and rocking chairs and rocking with you without being distracted by Our phones
 And I love romantic comedies
 And I don't know why and I don't care if you don't
 But do you remember in How to Lose A Guy In 10 Days
 When we knew what was going to happen but didn't know how
 I liked that
 I don't know why but I did
 I love couches that hold you like a baby
 And it goes without saying because I'm a breathing human being
 But I love chips and queso
 I love road trips and carpet and spicy chicken sandwiches from Chick-fil-A
 And that's all I have to say
 Except I love when we are together
 The heavy loneliness melts away and you're the light that welcomes me home to stay
 The hands that wrap warmth around
 The look in your eyes is a gift that keeps this list long
 And for a moment I'm no longer stressed out
 Or bummed out I'm just happy to be here
 I'm just happy to be here
 With you I'm just happy to be here
 I love poems that begin the same way they end