When I say I like simple things
Sunsets and garden slides are not what I mean
It’s the elevators that don’t take forever to open
Cold showers at the end of long summer days
Photographs that take us back to good times
Passenger seats that don’t hurt our arses
Fried eggs with perfect drippy yolks
Chummy lyrics that make us grin a little
Sundresses that double up as PJs
Evening metros that don’t reek of sweat
Streetlights that function at midnights
Lipsticks that don’t leak into our mouths
11 a.m. coffees on lazy Sunday mornings
// simple things
