Tell me,

Tell me how the sight of me in the morning makes you thank your creator for another day.

Tell me how much you hate the way I loudly slurp my morning cup of tea.

Tell me that the sound of my silly laughter resonates within your rib cage and the echo’s reside in the chasm of your heart.

Tell me how much you worry about my well being when I don’t respond to your text within my usual time frame.

Tell me that you appreciate my blooming in your life.

Tell me,
Tell me,
Tell me,

For if you don’t,
How am I to know?