When you feel no one loves you I wouldn’t know of it at first
You’ll feel an inexplicable pull towards your bedroom and find yourself swallowed up like Jonah under fresh new blankets, toppling over a pile of clean laundry that you forgot to put away
You’ll curl up into a little ball and melt away from the hot tears streaming down your face, holding back choked sobs behind your sweet, little mouth
Your eyes, puffy and red, close just enough to make you sleepy
And even though dinner is on the table, you won’t be there
And I’ll make my way upstairs to find your blankets rise and fall slowly, only to whisper that you are my favourite song in the whole world, and I love you.
Whether you heard it or not I’ll never know
But you did come downstairs for dessert