I am

I am a smile

I am the energy that makes you want to dance to the radio when you wash the dishes alone in the kitchen

I am singing from the shower

I am complex and wounded, I am a chipped china cup

I am exquisite and mysterious

I am an unwrapped present

I am a set of open watercolors, drying messily

I am the soothing steam rushing upward from a warm hot chocolate held in grateful hands

I am the hug you needed

I am the old piano, affectionately called “albatross,” whose ivory has been worn away by past players’ hands

I am the humming of a mother nursing her child

I am bubbles in your champagne, bringing laughter to the surface of your heart like the bubbles rising

I am the soft, sultry glimpse of lingerie, a flash of silky sexiness passing by the doorway of your dream

I am silent and stoic, poised and tracing the lines of my neck with a sole finger while writing alone in a cafe

I am your girlfriend bringing coffee to you at work and dishing all the juicy gossip while simultaneously complimenting your jewelry and new hairstyle.

I am your sister and your friend.

I am the daughter who hugs you every time and never leaves without saying “I love you.”

I am an unsolicited dish cooked for you, with love and delivered with no fuss.

I am a love song, unplayed . . .