I could feel it was different
There was something on the tip of his tongue when I kissed it
Every time he pulled away it wasn't to stop like before
it was to begin something I could tell
but he was hesitant
So he tried to say what couldn't with everything else
it was like his hands were trying to push it into me
or caress it out
it was like his kisses stopped half way through
and his eyes would pick up with the question, do you understand?
Love is tangible and I could feel it coming
I could feel what I'd been waiting for all these years
But all I felt when he finally pulled back, took my face in his hands
and nestled into my ear the most perfect, "I love you"
was the years of its absence
All I felt were the times my loving hands were pushed back and told no, I'm tired
All I felt were the kisses I gave even though I could feel his eyes still on the TV behind me
Love is tangible and so is its absence