Don’t tell me how I’ve never said,
how much I love you
Not when I baked you that bread,
and even made you stew
It was in those cookies I made you,
It was written between the lines
of all the poems I wrote you
It was love in those expensive wines.
It was in those jokes I made
just so I could see you laugh,
How I held your hand, when afraid
And that’s not even half.
Didn’t you see it when I waited
just so I could talk to you?
When I watched that documentary I hated
Just to sit with you?
Don’t wait for me to say it
Not when I’ve been showing you-
all this time, you dimwit!
Here! Read this poem I wrote you!