on love

love
the most complex of all
love
the most soul crushing of them all
high value, pure and golden
the biggest of them all

but what about everyday love?
what about friends?
when i talk about love
i picture them -
friends, my dear friends -
the ones i owe my sanity to
the ones sacrificing their time to check in on me
and the ones who deserve not only that
but the world in every screaming color
happiness displayed on their faces
as they achieve everything they're destined to

you know what follows:
i didn't say a name
and i did not need to
right now
you see them anyways

because love, in the end,
is achieved in everyday life
in the little moments
that make life worth living.

love, in the end,
is what makes us thrive

i myself don't need to namedrop
they'll know when they read.
they just know

and that
my fellow poets
is love to me