oh it is

I’m cheering for those in love,
from the sideline, on the high rise.
Smiling.
Love’s not burned out, or
sold down at the pawn shop.
It’s real, flickering, flaming,
raining down in magnificent shades
of every day’s movement.
Kindly patience, waiting,
with no judgment,
I’ll applaud over voices that say
it’s no longer worth saving.
It’s worth saving.
It’s worth sharing.
It is shared and graceful amidst
awkward steps and questions fading.
Whole alone or alone together,
it is real.
Can you feel it, hear it, the hopeful
clapping, as I’m cheering?