i don't pray,
but i talk to god about you.

i tell him thank you
for blessing me with
you. he wouldn't have
given me such an imperfect
person like myself,
someone just as imperfect,
that sees my imperfections
as clearly as I see theirs,
but I think god has.

but i also question him.
i question him
why he brought
you into my life
because you haven't
promised me anything,
but i'm expecting a lot.

i get lost in your eyes,
your smile, the way
you like to sleep away the
day, the silly sounds
you make, and even
when our words are dark
and we aren't a sunny day,
constantly tossing each other
criticism,
negativity,
slander, and shade,
i can't help but want
us to be in love one day.

even when we don't
always agree;
i see you, me, us
as gospel. i just
really believe.

i want to know;
i need to know.

are you going to be here
for some time,
or a long time, a lifetime?

when i talk to god about you,
i ask for the latter.