One morning I fell in love
With the little bird pecking fiercely at my window
And the lace curtains gently swaying.
I fell in love with the aimless butterfly outside
Hovering over the dahlias.
I fell in love with the coarse walls and the wallflowers growing
The wrought iron gate that creaked each time it opened
And the dry leaves that crumbled in my palms.
I fell in love with the dog ears of my books
With the mindless scribbles on the sides
With half finished paintings and unfinished verses
And with the spilt ink on my wooden desk.
I fell in love with the smell of coffee
And the conversations that followed.
I fell in love with the ticking of the clock at 3 AM
And the nights I did not let pain win.
I fell in love with cloudy days
With the days that are not that great, and the ones that spark a light in me
One morning I fell in love with the mundane
And that morning I realized
That I’ve fallen in love with life.