I have said "I love you"
in a hundred different ways,
yet she never heard it,
for it never comes out in those exact words.
My love lived
in the quiet corners of my sentences,
hidden between pauses
wrapped in ordinary days.
In every "bye, see you tomorrow.”
there was a promise of return.
In every "take care".
was a prayer I never spoke aloud.
When I said,
"reach home safe",
it was my heart
walking beside her in the dark.
In "text me when you reach",
it was not a habit,
it was the waiting,
that only love understands.
In "tell me if you need anything"
I offered more than help,
I offered myself
without saying so.
In "don't worry, everything will be fine"
I tried to become the certainty
I wished
the world would give her.
"I am always there for you"
are not just words,
but a place
I built for her in my soul.
"Let me know where you are"
it wasn't control,
but the fear
of losing the light I found in her.
My "be careful around others"
was not fear,
It was responsibility, to keep her away
from the dark side of the world I know.
In "sleep well"
I tucked my thoughts around her dreams.
In "eat on time", I cared for the health,
of the one I love the most.
And when I said,
that was the closest, I came
to say it plainly.
But my love was never loud.
It was a language of small things,
I am always there to care,
even when it felt "too much" for her.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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