Kristen.

You are the burning ember of my cigarette.
You are the city lights from a descending airplane.
You are the forgotten twenty dollar bill I find in my pocket.
You are the candy in my stocking on Christmas morning.
You are the cookie crumbs Santa leaves behind on the plate.
You are the warm blanket wrapped tightly around me.
You are the off-handed compliment that makes my day.
You are the beauty in the breakdown.
You are the translucent cloud across the moon.
You are the Hello Kitty band-aid covering a a papercut.
You are the free gift with purchase.
You are the prayer that I don't say.
And you are the nights I can fall asleep without crying.