They are the incessant

clicking, ticking, or whirring

that keep you

from drifting to sleep.

They are that repeating

broken record that plays

so long that you can't

seem to forget its tune

They are the times when

you go to say good morning

to then realize that the

only one home is you

But they are also:

The smile that spreads across your

face when dusty scrapbooks are

pulled off the shelf and opened

to pages of joyful celebrations.

The shared glance between two

when someone says that phrase

your teacher always said and

you both double over in laughter.

The song that comes on the radio

that’s completely ludicrous; but the

melody is catchy, comes naturally, and

makes you sing like no one can hear you.

They are the good.

They are the bad.

But make us feel,

And in turn,

become a package deal.