Falling in love with myself was like being rolled into a light
comforter on a warm Spring’s night.
A fan in the corner blowing chilled winds of affirmations
and hummed tunes:
”You’re so lovely.”
”You’re so caring.”
”You’re so kind.”

The plant sitting on my windowsill
shook as a breeze dance in.
It sounded as though someone had entered my home
in the dead of night
looking to leave me gifts with Hallmark cards attached,
signed with thank yous from people
whom my light had touched.