The feeling of the rain on my skin.
Red nail polish.
The taste of garlic.
The smell of cinnamon.
Drag queens and ballets.
Things that I’ll miss when I’m gone.
Things that are beautiful.
Whispers in the dark.
The morning dew on spider webs.
The ache in my legs when I’ve run a long ways.
Lyrics to a song I can’t remember.
Your laughter in the car when we’re stopped at a red light.
Daydreams and nightmares.
Private thoughts and public mistakes.
Things that I wish I still had.
The times that I’ll never forget.
New born babies.
The strength of an oak tree.
All the things that matter.
And all the things that don’t.