it’d be full of my favourite books.
your wallpaper smile.
endings better than fiction.
soft love pudding with fruits and milk.
friends who wear the word true on their
finger like promises
you didn’t have to make because you knew
you’d always keep them.
hugs toastier than warm blankets on rainy
morning lie ins.
parents who remind you what pride looks like
when you forget.
grandparents who don’t have expiry dates and
bask in everlasting youth
like constant heart loops.
beggars who don’t beg.
homeless people with homes.
adopted street cats and alleyway dogs filled
god answering my prayers.
us, together, all at once.