My friends laugh at my
“sticky note” romance,
but I hear the envy
in their laughter.
Tender testimonies of love
tucked into drawers,
left on mirrors,
waiting on my steering wheel.
He leaves them for me,
sweet, scripted surprises
of sentiment
dotting my world.
I know he loves me,
yet these simple statements
stick to my heart,
and post to my soul.