Sometimes I can feel that you love me
In a tender way that makes me want to cry
Because I can't hold the way it moves me inside
And cracks apart the shell that hardens over my heart from everyday living.
I know you give me things.
I feel every
Single
One
Hit me like a drum, and I shudder with the sound that crashes through my bones,
A yearning, a singing, a perfect storm.
I notice every single thing you give me, love,
Don't ever doubt it.
Every "I love you"
Strategically said when you know
I am falling apart.
Every reassurance, every little tenderness,
I feel them all,
And they feed the fire of loving you that consumes me
And they chase away the cold in my bones
Until I am nothing but a blaze of "She is my sun."
You throw them out,
Little phrases tacked on the end of things,
So casual, so offhand,
As if I might miss them entirely-
"I missed talking to you."
But you must know that long after you have said them
Those words are still sinking into my skin
And scoring themselves into my ribs
In your handwriting,
And that I love
Every moment of it.