Love Is A Myth
A friend said that love is a myth.
Love is the only real thing.
Not the sweaty gymnastics.
It is the silly grins and knowing glances. It is knowing the words that would destroy and not speaking them. It is the waiting and the arguments and their warmth beside you. It is the gift that seems humble to the world yet is the world to them. It is holding of their hand while the chemo bleaches them. It is the cosmic emptiness when they are gone.
Love is real, we are the mythic wisp love lives in.
