poem for A.J.

I love you more than socks love shoes,  

More than pigeons love city views.  

You’re the peanut butter to my jam,  

The unexpected “baaa” in a traffic jam.  

You’re the Wi-Fi signal that never drops,  

The sprinkles on my donut shops.  

You’re the kazoo in a marching band,  

The extra fries I didn’t plan.  

If love were soup, you’d be the spoon,  

If love were night, you’d be the moon.  

If love were socks, you’d be the pair—  

Always mismatched, but I don’t care.  

So let’s dance like llamas in a park,  

Or chase glowworms after dark.  

Life’s a circus, wild and free,  

And you’re the clown who laughs with me.