Unnecessary

you are the boots that keep my feet dry in puddles.
you are the scissors that turn my paper to snowflakes.
you are the plant that basks on my windowsill--
you breath out air for me to breathe in

the smell of fresh lemons, the ruby of pomegranates, the purr of the kitten under my hand.

you are the honey that melts in my tea cup.
you are the shower that soothes my skin.
you are the fingers that run through my hair--
tickling my neck and smelling its scent.

the magic of first snow, the sweetness of first green, the sizzle of august on my gold back.

you are the socks that warm my feet in movies.
you are the scratch that itches my nose.
you are the fragrance of candles in winter--
spicy warm and glowing like home.

the crack of a bonfire, the calm of a grey rain, the shiver of stars on a glassy cold night.

you are the giggle that tires my tummy.
you are the peppermint tingling my tongue.
you are the fine point of my favorite black pen--
without you, I write poorly, or just not at all.

you are my unnecessary.

-Jordan Walters