I sometimes forget that you are real.
A l m o s t. And then you kiss me with
a kiss that no false science could ever
synthesize, and we write every proof
of our existence all around the house
to prove that we are, as a matter of fact,
real. Fact means grounded, proven,
accepted. Fact means atoms and
organisms, and us doing our best
to be a balanced equation.
Fact means I believe in us.
 *As requested by @bob.graphx for #bemymuse no. 33