there’s love in a playlist,
repeated every day
in knowing that an arrangement
of melodies and lyrics,
sparks the thought of you.

there’s love in a scene from a film

we never finished,

in the punchline of a joke

you didn’t even think was funny,

but laughed at because I did.

there’s love in the paths we’ve walked,

in streetlights that flicker

the same way your thoughts do

when you're tired and honest.

a reminder is a memory.
to be remembered, is to be known.
to be known, is to be loved.