God is Real

When we say what love is,

it's always so unique, isn't it?

We write it down and remember it.

You.

Love is not a clenched fist.

Love is open palms,

it's sobbing when you get home

from the big send-off

and wishing you had the courage to say

what you wouldn't even dare write down.

That you hold them close in your mind.

That they're perfect,

and it's proof that God is real.

That you know you're childish,

the way you squeeze them tight

and how your heart breaks

when you say goodbye tonight.