the smell in the kitchen

loved that we watched elegy in bed inthe middle of the afternoon

loved the smell of apple crisp baking in the oven

i love the spiral staircase that takes me to you

i loved the sun drenched walk in the city on saturday

i loved that i survived the dogs

i loved that he had a key and he did not hate me knocking at 6 am asking for it back

i loved that i survived you saying you did not want to be my friend

any more while you leaned on your pick up truck

i love that i would never do that to you

i love the smell of tomatoes, basil and garlic that travelled up the spiral staircase

i dropped the mirror and heard it crack, but i love that i did not get sad about it

loved even more when i uttered to myself "just try to give me seven years of bad luck"

i loved when i turned that song up really loud and danced in the kitchen

i loved all of it..well  almost!