I miss the weight of "I love you"
The gentle pull, the soft breakthrough,
A phrase once whispered, raw, sincere,
Now scattered wide, to all who hear

I cast it out, a fragile charm,
A whispered warmth, a healing balm
To strangers, friends, and passing souls,
To mend the gaps, to patch the holes

It’s not a lie, but not the same,
It lacks the spark, the tender flame
Yet still, it blooms in passing hearts,
A love reborn in scattered parts

Perhaps in giving, I will find,
The echoes of a heart aligned
Until that day, I’ll let it flow,
To bloom in places I may not know