You left the list beside the bag
Crumbled edges, torn and ragged
Butter, milk, and something sweet
Written fast, but so complete
I smiled at the little note
Even if you didn’t know
You don’t mark the things you do
But you give them all to you
Grocery receipt and pen
Shows me where and how you’ve been
In the checkmarks, in the haste
You left love in quiet taste
You don’t plan a grand surprise
But your heart is in the lines
Even errands hold your beat—
When they end with something sweet