Laying next to you
On the pavement
Watching you count the cars
Rushing mere
Millimeters away from us
I realized there is a god
Just not the god
Everyone keeps on talking about

I don't think god has
White flowing robes
And clouds at his feet

I can see god
Drinking hot cocoa
When his apartment
Feels a little too big
Because it reminds him
Of home

I can see god
Buying pink peonies
To put on his father's grave
Every first Thursday
Of the month
Because Thursday
Was his favorite day

I closed my eyes
For a split second
I saw the face of god
And darling,
it looked a lot like yours