by Hope McNeal
dear god,
call me crazy but i think this really could be it
that unoriginal, doesn’t make any sense
this is it
call me crazy but god, if i could stare into this woman’s eyes for the rest of my life
if it was up to me
i’d tell you, this was it
but a part of me thinks you already knew that
you see, nothing quite made sense when i met her
like how i could’ve sworn she hadn’t batted an eye at first glimpse
or really even noticed me
but god, why question any of it
when nothing had felt better than realizing
just how perfectly her hand intertwined with mine
that maybe, just maybe
we were made to meet by design
god, correct me if i’m wrong
but what more is there to live for
than mac and cheese at midnight
and stolen kisses when the moment is just right
what more is there to live for than
a deliberate love
a stay up all night laughing until oh shit the sun is rising love
a “you’re safe with me” love
a love that i never asked for
but a love i’d never forgive myself for giving up on love
the kind of love that didn’t have to be proven to anyone else
because if you saw us then you knew
that being next to her made everything else just sort of melt
call me crazy but i just don’t think i’m okay with losing this one, god
and for all the questions unanswered,
i do know one thing
i’ll never find one like her again
so to not believe in her and i
might be the first time i believe in sin
god, i know nothing lasts forever
so call me crazy but i wrote a poem for her today
even though she’s 3,223 miles away
and between me and you..
all i’ve thought about since the day she left
is the day we meet again
so i can look her in her eye
and say call me crazy,
but i think this really could be it.