How do I tell you that I love you?
Is it the slow, small smile
The way I listen to your words
even when I don’t understand why
you string them together like that?
Is it the food that warms you up
and the home that holds you?
The way I sit and watch you,
the way I rub your back?
Do you hear me when I say it out loud?
Or do you see it when I live it out loud?
Tell me, tell me.
I want to know.