I say I love you
Like I'm throwing it away, hoping
it'll blow into your path and you'll pick it up and
Not valuable enough to return, unopened
Not earth-shaking, just simple truth.
If I say it simply, say it often
maybe you'll believe it.
I don't usually give you time to respond –
It's not a trade or a bargain. I don't
expect you to love me.
But I hope.
I hear it in your silences, and feel it
in your fingertips. It's in the way you
beam at me, and gasp my name.
And sometimes I pause after, when you look
at me so softly, and I have my heart in my eyes.
And you'll say nothing, or maybe
The unsaid breaks my heart; each
silence another finger of doubt.
Will you love me? Now? Ever? How long
can I wait?